In the eye of the storm
One can see what one has become
Whether light, whether harsh
If one’s old, if one’s young
One need these moments
To grow
From seed
To far above
The rain will be loved
It is needed its very touch
The clouds will be sought for
A hopeful strengthening
Memories that is soon joy
One is more thankful than before
So, rain keep pouring
One will grow to the heavens
A sun might deceive to be greater
But have one ever felt confidence evolve in that glow
So, rain keep pouring
One’s soul needs that nourishment
So, rain keep pouring
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