Voices whisper as it trickles through the leaves. Mist sprays up from a cars tire like a strong wave crash in the sea. People like ants run from the wetness penetrating the earth. The liquid diamonds shatter on the ground and the head of little brown haired girl. The sky's tears fall on the thirsty ground. Umbrellas look like colored clouds floating down the sidewalk. Sad worms wriggle to the air. And happy children play in the silver puddles.
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