Unceasing is the rain, all of pain
And suffering, and mild anger;
Its cold nature is choice
And lasting effects are present
In the dropping rain.
Unceasing is the rain, always some rain
Is absent some of the day,
Opening a sacred time, of special
Leaning, a laugh is heard sometimes.
The showers are sending heavenly sights
Altogether heavenly, how awesome!
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