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It's raining, it's poring
I wonder what God is doing
As I lay in my bed I listen to the rain
Dancing on my Window pane
Loud thunderstorms slamming strongly, and aggressive across the sky
Some of you run for cover, and stay inside 
But as for me I would rather be out
In the dark, gloomy, and wild winds
Because for a wounded and weary soul
That when the healing process begins
You may think I'm crazy but let me explain
I've always thought that the thunderstorms comes because God is upset, and tired of seeing all of the scum, and riff raff
Here in the world sinning
So he bring on the thunderstorms to clean up the mess that the devil has left
And give all on the sinners new beginnings 
So the thunder represents the voice of God speaking to Satan
Leaning on him for all of the confusion the he has start
Then the lighting represents the knock punch the God has laid on Satan and leaving him broken hearted
So I go outside to allow the rain drop to fall on my head
To cleanse me from head to toe
From some of the devilish things that I've did
I stand there drenched in his fresh anointing
Allow the winds to blow new life upon me
So if you see me outside when the storm comes don't look at me strange
But you should join me
So we both can be blessed
Outside in the rain
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