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Oh, how holy the rain! How unclean the rain is! It destroys all the dust in the world. It moisturizes all the land and flowers! How beautiful it is! Rainy, gray; lightning, shining. "Boom" rain in the thunder of the sound, slowly began to fall. I looked out the window and my mind couldn't help but be complicated. Looking at the sky, it’s dull, how much like my emotions! The heart is dark and there are two beautiful silver bars hanging on his face. Rain, quietly underground, seems to ignore the interference of the outside world, still be their own way. The same is true of me. I always go my own way and ignore others. People gradually became very unhappy about me. The rain fell on the window and became a picture. "Yes, how are you always like this, always looking at the rain!" The classmate asked me if I smiled and didn't talk. Continue to look at the rain: "Oh, nothing, I, like rain, but only." Classmates are strange. I continued to look at the rain with ecstasy. Oh, how holy the rain! How unclean the rain is! It destroys all the dust in the world. It moisturizes all the land and flowers! How beautiful it is! Thinking about it, I can't help but laugh. Rain, what are you doing? Are you a scourge? Are you a lucky star? What exactly are you? What are you giving us too? Some people say that you are a scourge. It is because you make money for children who sell newspapers and make money. Some people say that you are a lucky star. Because, you make the world fresh. What exactly are you? I think, you are yourself. You are, I love the rain.

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