When skies above seem gray and torn, And whispers of the wind are forlorn, A storm within begins to start, With every beat, it rains in my heart.
No shelter here from sorrow's rain, Each drop a memory, each tear, a pain, But in the downpour, there lies a part, Of growth and strength, deep in my heart.
Drenched by thoughts and soaked by fears, But from the rain, new life appears, A blooming hope, a fresh new start, Emerging strong, from rain in my heart.