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Yet the sound of the pounding rain Continues alongside the shining sun Old wounds reopen causing pain Perhaps not a day well done I don't mind the rain as it plays Its instrumental tunes Wisdom told in a hundred ways Warning of wasted afternoons The pounding rain can't crush me It can only wake me from my sleep Remind me how I can be free As slowly whispered messages seep I see the rain, I hear the sound Feel it on my skin, it brings me round Reminds me of promises, to which I'm bound The wonder of life still does astound