Perhaps the rain that falls, are actually the lords teardrops.
As the rain pours upon us Wetness dowses you and I Meant not, to detour our paths Nor, to cause us grief or pain Sent to us Through sorrow What have we done The lord cries Dowsing us Not rain But fallen teardrops As they dripped From his saddened eyes And still He hands us sun To dry us all From the wetness That dowsed you and I
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