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After the rain DAVID YOUNG After the rain I walk through the streets, in the freshness. The rain soaked leaves Wash away pain; A cloud burst assuages it. In the freshness I walk, Unencumbered by device. There is not cunning in my greeting; Except as much as would lead you consider, The freshness left by the rain‌

After the rain  

The rain soaked leaves Wash away pain; A cloud burst assuages it. There is not cunning in my greeting; Except as much as would lead you cons...