When the rain is falling down from the sky,
There's nothing one can do but feel the pain,
The impact of the strong wind makes him cry
The hurt feelings give himself loss, not gain,
He just waits for the flood of ache to drain.
When the storm of woe hits one's emotion,
His mind and his soul are in confusion,
His life and his spirt are in distress,
Calling for help, rescue, and salvation,
Hoping that he will overcome the stress.
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