“Rain’s good luck,” Molly said as though it were an undeniable truth.
“You think so?”
“Yes, I do.” Molly drank from her coffee cup before continuing. “Rain washes away the old and lets new things begin afresh. Have you ever watched the sun come out after a thunderstorm and marvelled at how everything is different? The air is fresher and cleaner, and even the birds sing a different tune.”
“Don’t forget the beautiful rainbows that follow.”
“And the rainbows,” Molly agreed.
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