The rain patters on the window pane,
A dreary, gray day it remains.
The streets are empty, the sky is dull,
Nature's tears seem to never lull.
The drops fall heavy, the wind does moan,
A symphony of sadness, all alone.
The trees are bent, the flowers weep,
A day for sorrows, not for sleep.
But in this dreary, rainy day,
There's a beauty, if we but say.
The drops cleanse the earth, the sky clears,
Nature's tears bring new life, new cheers.
So let us not be down, my friend,
For even on this rainy day,
There's a silver lining, 'round the bend,
And a brighter tomorrow, on its way.
Copyright Wayne Becker