Melancholy and exuberance, refreshment and drowning. Admit you mostly only take notice of the rain when it's an annoyance. And its color - if you even consider it - then must be grey. But rain has many colors. It depends on how you look, and from where. Are you mostly inside? How about from the top of a tree, or a cloud, or the surface of the sea? Open up your magic box and free the butterflies. Don't let the python paralyze you, as he did...
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