Rain

 

How sweet the sound of rain

There is a peaceful trigger in her brain

As she tries to forget her pain

And she sips on a glass of champagne

 

The world in its rawest form is beautiful

On this earth He gives us plentiful

Even if it’s rain in a bucketful

This life she lives is meaningful

 

When it rains it pours

When life feels like there’s downpours

Remember there is light even in the slum of the poors

For evil is tried for justice with great abhors

 

In the clouds of darkness

Where one may remain heartless

The light of the sun will appear regardless

Where one may remain harmless

-PJ

 

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