Raindrops patter on the street,
Soft and gentle, calm and sweet.
Washing dust and dreams away,
Leaving earth fresh, skies gray.
Whispers knock on windows, doors,
Stories told in quiet pours.
When it stops, the world feels new,
Cleared and bright, with skies in view.
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