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Какой-то индийский блюз:)

😏 *promosm*

Ееее!!!!!!!

Nice song :) You earned a new follower

In golden rays, the city basked, alive, With blooming scents and distant hums it thrived. The sun shone bright, a perfect summer's day, But clouds rolled in, and shadows led the way. A canvas gray, the sky began to shift, A gentle breeze, the scent of rain adrift. The drops fell soft, a whisper on the ground, Their pitter-patter, soothing rhythmic sound. The city glistened, colors danced in light, As rain washed clean the urban scene from sight. Umbrellas bloomed, like flowers in the rain, And children laughed, in puddles they'd remain. The rain, a fleeting guest, began to cease, The sun returned, its golden rays released. The streets now sparkled, washed by summer rain, A fresher scent, of earth and blooms, remained. The city's dwellers marveled at the sight, A transformation, nature's show of might. And as the sun dipped low, a warm embrace, The city basked in summer rain's sweet grace.