After racing in the sky
The rains left in a hurry;
Drenching the meadows-n-plains
And leaving puddles that mirrored
A purified sky cleaned by a divine hand.
After racing in the sky
The rains left in a hurry;
Drenching the meadows-n-plains
And leaving puddles that mirrored
A purified sky cleaned by a divine hand.
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