The Sky cries for all that dies, and cries for new beginnings,
Coats of rain fall omnipresent, as if God himself had found sorrow,
All soaks in rain to cool the pain, and lets scars be formed to remember,
And a happy child is brought in sad, then hopes for a clear tomorrow.

The rain washes the blood with its flowing flood,
Using soaring winds to push away,
And when remembering fears it washes the tears,
So eyes can look to hope on another day.

The lightning claps with thunder’s roar,
Then followed by the winds that soar,
And the rain washes away sweat off of tired worked arms,
And then feeds the life on the hungry farms.

Clouds cry on towns with their big time worries,
Tears fall upon tall cities with small time depressions,
Metropolises dim with coated rain making common men remember,
And tears fall on all of society soaking its indiscretions.

 
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