When it rains it pours
       at least that's what they say
all of it comes down at once
      however, a prelude to clear brighter days
the wind blows me in different ways
      the hail hits deep inside, it stings
keep moving, I don't seek shelter
      the storm knows my spirit sings
the clouds cry and the sky we can't predict
       these forces didn't come from nowhere
although our sights don't seem to go very far
       we can not deny nature's heart, it's always there.