The first drop of rain hits my face, followed by a second and third. People around me are running towards shelter to wait for the rain to pass. However, I am walking and smiling, feeling as though all my pain has been washed away. I want to cry, but I was raised not to express emotions, so I let the rain do it for me. It seems like a dream, a mess in my head. How can the rain feel me? I realize that it's actually the reverse, I am the one feeling the rain. That's why I smile when the tears of the clouds fall on my face.

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