When the Rain Stops Falling

My Grandmother use to hate the rain Said it reminded her even angels share her pain But when the sunshines and the clouds clear The world will be clean and full of cheer Here lately the world is covered in clouds and gloom The bright days are left in the shadows to loom Wondering what the morning will bring Will it be sunshine or rain Angels are crying young men and women dying This world needs a bright clean new day We could use these cloudy ones to pray