A girl could write on the sky with raindrops. Each storm carried her secret messages—comfort, hope, courage. Only those who looked closely could read them. She grew older and feared her messages were unnoticed. One day, a stranger approached her and whispered, “Your rain saved me.” The girl finally cried, and the sky wrote back.
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