It rains.
There's umbrellas for those who go out. There's people who stay at home. Cars need to go slower, as they can trip. People need to go slower, as they can step into a puddle.
It's raining.
What happened with those who got out and danced? What happened to those who were happy under the falling water?
What happened to those who cried, now that the rain could hide their tears? What happened to those who laughed, full of the joy of being alive?
Where are they? Where are the ones who love rain, now that it rains?
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