When the sun comes out
Water gather to the sky
Forms a cloud roaming about
It fall darken in eye
In breeze blown its known
Talk in parables of murmuring
Thunder strike with pieces flown
Then the rain started falling
In hard time mood change
Self succor make the silent
Face adjourned to be rage
To evolve the pain reticent
The face is what speak
Be calm its bodies toll
But strong man looks weak
Tears in the eyes roll
Tears is not the solution
Yelling the done is done
People say^ what's the correction
How to cure the crone
To whiting of black clouds
Rain fall from the sky
To regain the heart prouds
Is okay if you cry
Rainbow shows after the rain
Thunder strike during the fallen
After the crying ease reign
The strong answer its calling
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