R-ainy day is not forever,
A-s Friday turns into Saturday;
I-n eighteenth of March,
N-ight cold chill fades away.
A-fter the evening storm,
D-awn warms the weather;
A-n early beacon comes up,
Y-es, rainy day is not forever.
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