The rain will fall, the storm will pass,
the clouds will part like shattered glass.
Behind them waits a golden light,
A promise of a day so bright.
But even in the darkened sky,
there’s beauty we may not deny.
For life, like rain, has highs and lows,
and through the clouds, a new life grows.
The sun will shine, the earth will bloom,
But the rain will leave no room for gloom.
In every storm, there’s peace to find,
A lesson taught, a soul aligned.
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