The rattling sound of the rain
Has broken the serenity of the morning,
Awakening the sleepy souls from their dreams.
The rhythm of the rain begins the pace of the day.
A peaceful melody can be formed
When the sound of footsteps is in harmony with it.
The fruits of the peaceful melody
Are healing and relief.
When the sun shines again,
The land appeared fresh,
Fresher than that of yesterday.
Under the sunlight,
The gleaming pearls that left on leaves
Are the best treasures of all.
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