The rain doesn't effect the people. The people laugh at all the other objects that are effected by the rain. The people don't understand the rain and how the rain can hurt so many things. The people make jokes about the moon and then sun and all the other things effected. The rain is slowly degrading the objects around the people and the people don't even notice. The people cant hear the tiny cries for help all around them. The people don't even feel the rain. The rain is pushing the grass to its breaking point as well as the moon, and the sun. If they keep getting pushed they wont make it to see another day. Some objects the rain has hurt them for so long they accept their fate and don't even try to run or hide from the rain they just sit there. Letting the rain slowly take their life. They don't care anymore. They cant take it anymore. It's all to much. More and more objects are giving into the pain of the rain and are disappearing . No one notices it was there until its gone. Does anyone really care?
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Rain
Teen FictionI'm coming home, i'm coming home. Tell the world i'm coming home. Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday.
