The sky has let go.
The rain is finaly falling.
It's falling fast and hard,
Now, there is no stopping
The downpour of the rain.
It's held back
For too long,
Letting all the filth gather.
But now it is free, the
Pressure
Is gone.
And the fith is being
Washed away.
Finally,
The Drought is
Over.
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