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It rained on the parish as steeple bells rang
A loud burst of thunder screamed out with a bang
The doors were all locked which was never the norm
A big crowd of people stood out in the storm
They looked saturated from head down to toe
The rivers were swollen now shone in their flow
With puddles reacting in strangest of ways
This all seemed quite weird on the sunniest day

The leader a man with a full head of hair
He shouted some words that he wanted to share
“This rain will not stop this is what I believe
So I think it’s time that this parish should leave”
The crowd that had listened now said with a frown
“Why is it that rain always seems to fall down.
Whenever we gather, when we congregate
It follows us early and follows us late?”

When then a small child, he came out to say
I don’t feel the rain on this sunniest day
I think that this storm that you all want to hide
Might just now be coming from deep down inside
If only, you’d smile, I know you would see
The bluest of skies that are in front of me
But that is the problem in this sorrowed town
Because you’re not happy, the rains will come down

When one of them smiled and then there were two
A few more then followed, yes that they did do
When suddenly everyone in their own style
Proceeded to wear their most wonderful smile
The next thing that happened, what came to appear
The rainfall it stopped and the skies were so clear
This parish then cheered and rejoiced in such joy
Because they had listened to one little boy

The man with the full head of hair raised the lad
And thanked him for making the parish feel glad
He now was a hero to all who had come
To praise this small child for bringing the sun
But he said “no thank you is needed for me
Because it was in all of you now you see
If you are sad then the rain it will fall
But if you are happy, the sun comes to call”
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