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Rain fell, from a cloud-darkened sky. The storm moved through in the blink of an eye.

The sunlight leaped over the horizon as if to say, enjoy me now for I’m the last light of this day.

It reached to the clouds left over from the storm, reflecting the beauty of their natural form.

The colors were brilliant, yet dull in my sight. I believe it’s the fault of the disappearing light.

Darkness — heed this warning — the sun is on its journey and will chase you away come morning.

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