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Rainy Days Serenade

Rain taps on my windowsill,
A drummer setting the day's pace,
Clouds blanket the sky in a somber thrill,
Each drop races in an unseen chase.

Streets shimmer with reflections of a neon glow,
Umbrellas bloom like flowers in a concrete vase,
In every puddle, a piece of the sky below,
On rainy days, the world finds its grace.