Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Do not be angry with the rain — it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
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Do not be angry with the rain

— it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
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