I have listened to the rhythm of the falling rain
I have stood underneath its power
I have watched as the streams it created caused pain
As it left so much hurt in its path
I have seen for my self how the grey sky develops
In between rays of sun in the spring
And as grey turns to black and the storm edges onwards
Its as if all the clouds start to sing
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