I'm like a beautiful red rose. A rose thats blooming with its sweet smell on a hot sunny day where all birds are awake and chirping all day long in the blue sky. But when it comes to a gloomy day filled with miserable rain, that rose is horribly wet against the heavy rain with the look of unhappy and cold. Then if a rainbow appears in the sky after a pouring rain, the lush red rose looks fresh again giving the appearance of satisfaction to see and think about.
A red rose describes who am I.
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