It's a hard rain that's gonna fall,
On the graves where the shadowed ravens call.
Where once were the echoes of laughter's light,
Now lies the silence of perpetual night.

It's a hard rain that's gonna blur,
The lines between what was and what were.
The joy, the warmth, all drowned in sorrow,
Lost in the storm, with no tomorrow.

It's a hard rain that's gonna pound,
On the ruins, where hope is no longer found.
Where love once blossomed, now decay takes hold,
In the relentless rain, so bitter and cold.

It's a hard rain that's gonna sweep,
Through the soul, too fractured to weep.
The anguish, the void, an endless despair,
In the downpour's wrath, nothing is fair.

It's a hard rain, unforgiving and stark,
A symphony for the broken, a hymn for the dark.
Yet even as the tempest claims its toll,
We brace against the rain, the dark, the cold.

For it's a hard rain, a merciless test,
But even in darkness, the heart seeks rest.
With each drop, let the pain depart,
And in the depths, find the art of a new start.