The Song of the Earth

And yet I walk out my door, grab my jacket and watch as the torrents of rain splash against my glasses. I close my eyes and listen to the sounds that surround me. The rain splashing on the ground, in an endless pitter patter. The sound of the earth's teardrops smashing into the ground, droplets of glass shattering on impact. Birds sing, crickets chirp, and the frogs hidden in muddy streams and ponds, whistle, creating a melody, a symphony of perfection. The song of the earth.

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