Some say the rain falls soft and kind
Washing away the troubled mind
From what I’ve felt beneath its touch
I hold with those who cherish much
But if the skies grow dark and drear
I think I’ve seen the hidden fear
That gentle drops, though calm and bright
Can bring a storm to drown the light.
So whether rain is light or fierce
In tender calm or sharp as pierce
It’s in the soul where tears are born
In gentle grief or sorrow worn
For rain is more than just the sky
It’s in the heart’s own quiet cry
A healing tear, or heavy flood
When all that’s lost returns in mud.
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