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I walk down this bustling street, aware of the forming rain clouds. I can’t be bothered by that. These awful days can’t get any worse. What’s the point? A once occupied sidewalk is now vacant. Except for one person. Me.

Raindrops slowly begin to fall and then pour down on me. People look at me, wondering, why don’t I bother to pull my hood over my head? Why aren’t I running? Because if the rain doesn’t wet my face, my tears will.

I reach my desolate home. As I open the gate, the feeling of rain pecking me is gone. I look up and see you, holding an umbrella over me. But there’s no need. The rain has stopped, and a rainbow glows overhead. I am not alone anymore, because you have come back.

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