Some days it seems to rain and rain
Making you feel confined and restrained
I sit and wish for the rain to stop
Not thinking about the flowers or crops
When life’s anxieties seem like raindrops to you
You pray it stops to let the sunshine through
The rain has a purpose with its power
It has a plan for the growing flowers
Without the rains, no flowers would bloom
So, Be patient; you’ll get past your gloom
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