"Until the rain stop"(rain series#1)

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Without the rain, there would be no rainbow. Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. It takes bothrain and sunshine to make a RainbowAll Rights Reserved

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