Raine

My name is the tears falling from heaven  Or the tears falling off your face  My name is a promise  A promise that flowers are to come  Because all this bad has a purpose  The rain will wash everything away  And that’s me  I am the rain   I will wash away all the hurt if you let me  After all the pain has been planted  I am the flowers that grow   I am the rainbow that paints the sky  A reminder that no matter how grey  Or how damp and unpleasant  Something good will come out of it  And something good will come out of it  If you believe that bad things happen  If you believe that rain falls from the sky  You must also believe in good things  You have to believe the flowers will grow  That the sun will come up  That the sky will be streaked with multicoloured happiness  And that’s where you’ll find me  In the rain   And all the little things afterward

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