A young painter discovered that raindrops absorbed whatever emotion he mixed into his paints. When he painted joy, rain fell like golden beads lifting spirits. When he painted sorrow, the rain shimmered blue and left people reflective. One day he painted forgiveness, and a soft lavender rain washed the village. Old grudges dissolved. The boy never became famous, but everyone remembered him whenever it rained in color.
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