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
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