As I cried from within,
down came the rain,
beating on my skin,
washing away my pain,
which I knew was here to stay,
stubborn as a stain,
which would not go away
I knew what was at stake,
so patiently I waited...
as I knew the clouds would break,
then the rain faded
Sam Moore
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