A new season.
The humid air rises, clouds forming, temperature drops. The Earth is bare and waiting, the wind swaying the branches. One drop touches the ground, then another one, and more. The soil opens up and let the rain in. She can’t hold the water, so she let it flow above her surface. Few months later, a new life grows from her. A new life has begun, marking a new page in history and a new season.
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