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    A short story about what music can bring

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    There was at one time a minuscule country that was experiencing a long dry spell. It had gone for such a long time without downpour that individuals there were beginning to go hungry on account of the terrible harvests. 

    Coincidentally a gathering of artists were venturing to every part of the nation, attempting to get by from their shows. In any case, with such countless issues in the land, nobody wanted to tune in to music. 

    - "However music can help conquer any issues," 

    protested the artists, without anybody giving them the smallest consideration. 

    So the artists attempted to discover the explanation it wouldn't rain. It was unusual, on the grounds that the sky was cloudy, yet nobody could give an answer. 

    - "It's been overcast like this for a long time, however not a solitary drop of downpour has fallen," 

    individuals would advise them. 

    - "Don't stress, we'll carry downpour to the country," 

    the artists reacted, and they started practicing for a show at the culmination of the greatest mountain. 

    Each and every individual who heard the music was seized by interest and went up the mountain. What's more, the director of this unusual symphony provided the request, and the performers started to play. 

    From their instruments came little, fun loving melodic notes, that rose and rose into the mists. The music was so euphoric, cheerful and fun, and the notes began playing with the mists' delicate, cushioned midsections, running here and three, all over, and the entire sky transformed into one major game of stimulate torment. In a little while, the goliath mists were roaring with chuckling. 

    The performers kept playing blissfully and a couple of moments later the mists, crying with chuckling, drenched the little country underneath with their valuable tears, carrying joy to all. 

    Also, in memory of that melodic downpour, everybody in the land figured out how to play an instrument and, alternating, would go up the mountain consistently to carry delight to the mists with their lovely tunes.
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