The rain has passed without a scar this time.
Without a desire to be remembered at its worst.
The sun has come out,
Shining lovingly on the world,
And changing all but the shadows
That exist regardless of the rain or the sun.
But the clouds have purified themselves,
Changing from a dull gray to a fluffy white.
The sky has brightened from a dark pessimism,
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