Falling slowly, falling down,
Clouds cover skies like a white gown.
Falling swiftly without a sound,
Falling quietly to the ground.
Sometimes falling slightly hard,
or even harder like a shard,
piercing deep into your skin,
burrow itself deep within.
Don't mind the pain, or how hard it goes,
how dark it gets, or how the wind blows,
it seems to wash all bad away,
and make tomorrow a wonderful day.
So even though a day may look grim
and the chances of light seem so slim,
the sun will always shine through
and then your day will seem brand new.
The rain in this poem resembles a day
a time so bad it seemed it would stay.
The sun here is God's plan revealed
after a long period of being concealed
So no matter how rainy your day become
It will all dry up when appears
The SON
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