Beauty Of The Earth (Micro-fiction)

The raindrops descended from their winged chariots of grey. Wrapped in their silvered glory, they came to challenge the might of the sun. The dispute entailed our hearts to swell with hope. Pigmented tendrils melded the fiery canary orb, and the resplendent drops into one. Coloured fingers tickled the earth as rainbows burst forth from the argent drops. The beauty of the earth was never dead.

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