Storm
I look around and I see pain
And tears falling like the rain
I think this world is so sad
Then I ask is it really that bad
Pain helps us enjoy the good times
Tears wash away the dirt
And banish the hurt
A storm is considered a thing of bad
And hearing one makes some sad
I do not agree with this biased view
It gets rid of the weak and polishes it like new
To me
A storm is a beautiful symphony
A storm of tears is no different
It's release can be heaven sent
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