I have let rain pour down upon my soul for far too long
Waiting, waiting for the rainbow
Now I wonder as everyone does
Have I already missed it?
Had the clouds blocked my view?
Or had I let it pass by without a second glance?
My questions may never get answered
But the rain pours on
And after every storm you will another chance at a rainbow
The question is
Will you be able to recognize it when you see it?
Will you let it slip thru you r fingers when you do have it?
Or will you find it
Just in time
To make the rain stop to see the beautiful sky?
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