Rain pours from the sky,
Causing us to wonder why,
Tilting our heads up to see,
If up there is really free.
We wonder when our turn will come,
To watch our very last rising sun,
Or rise above the overpowering pain,
Which is this pouring rain.
Our generation don't stop to look,
Or even take the time to read a book,
They mellow on through each day,
Almost wishing it away.
Children cry in joy for sunshine,
Thinking that it makes everything fine,
Yet what about this pouring rain,
Maybe it's keeping me saine.
No coats required on this trip,
Don't gulp your drink instead of sip,
For tomorrow is another day,
And your last day will not stay.
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