Rain drifts into the park like a soft secret.
Leaves shimmer, benches glisten, and puddles bloom under hurried footsteps.
Swings creak gently, moved by wind and memory alike.
Birds hide in trembling branches while children chase ripples on the ground.
In the quiet rhythm of falling drops, the whole park breathes, becoming peaceful again.
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