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In my city, the rain... it dances in the spilled puddles. It rustles outside the window and weaves a net for my soul. I love this rain - my heart needs it with its sadness, To lie in the palm of my hand like a wet leaf and warm the heart. In my city, the rain...
A woman with an umbrella strolls down a rainy, tree-lined street adorned with autumn leaves, accompanied by a brown dog. The scene is tranquil, with warm colors reflecting in the wet pavement.
