Light mists of rain, drizzled on the land,
Turned to sheets, drenching my cold hand.
Winter snowflakes glimmer in the light,
Falling, drifting, swirling out of sight.
Hailstones fell, heavy, pelting pain,
Hit me, hit all, pounding us-insane!
With nature’s pain,
We do gain,
A healing, even if we’re reeling,
We will be feeling,
Better,
Even when times are wetter.
Smile,
Because all the while,
Within a mile,
The sun will shine,
As bright as a star.
It’s not too far,
Like you are!
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