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.