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It was raining...nay, it stormed even.

       "Oh man, I cannot stand living in this world filled with the life-threatening water." People cast their gaze heavenward and kept watching the persistent rain.

―A man was also there.

He bent his knees like he was searching for his valuables that he has lost. He stared at the rain having a loss of shape on a plain ground.

       "Sometimes...," he said, toward the grief-stricken compeers. "Sometimes, I feel that these rains are not always that poisonous."

       "Did you have a screw loose? They all must be harmful for us!" A young lady said, showing her damaged arm. The rain, encouraged by her words, was growing in strength. The watery clouds were still dropping down their hateful drops.

However.

The man knew that there was something that offered mental and spiritual sustenance in the rain.

He looked at his hand and raised his palm upward.

       "I wanna scoop the precious intangible asset from here," whispered he.

People gave the man a condescending look, but then, they noticed.

A part of the rainy sky was gracefully, trying to shine light onto them.