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The rain

The rain over ocean,

water on salty water,

raising the tide,

trouble for the ship.

 

The rain over desert,

the place it is desired,

quenching the thirst,

of passer-by and plants.

 

The value of water in the place it is waited and desired,

not the place where it is abundance to vain.

◄ Wings of angels 😇

To Fix or wave goodbye? ►

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