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I sit in the middle of a flower field, the vibrant blooms now drooping under the steady rain. Each drop taps softly on my head and shoulders, mingling with my tears as I try to find solace in the soggy landscape. The once-bright flowers seem to echo my sadness, their colors muted by the gray skies. The rain’s rhythm is soothing, but it does little to lift the heaviness from my heart. As I watch the raindrops dance on the petals, I wish for a spark of joy to break through the dreary, rain-soaked gloom.