The sound is a kind of regret and missing.
Whenever I wahch my home with raining, I fell into a childgood that I'd been with my grandfather, sister and brothers.
The house brings the mental quiet and inquires how tenacity should I be.
They turned into a sweet loading on my grandfather and father's shoulders. The rain is dropping on the house and land, informing me with great earnestness...
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