When I see the storm clouds rollin’ in,
And the breeze bites with a chill,
I always
Fear the rain.
I fear the rain and all its power,
I fear the fury of a storm.
But though the sky
Has gone from blue to gray,
And the trees blow fiercely in the wind,
I know
I will survive it all.
I can make it.
Why can I make it?
How do I know?
Because no rain is cold enough
Or falls hard enough,
No thunder is loud enough,
To blacken my hope,
To place shadows in my dreams.
Why am I so confident?
How can I be sure?
Because through all the storms,
The heat or the hail,
I have learned.
I have learned
That all storms have a weakness,
A fault as great as mine.
Storms, I learned,
Always have an end.
Whether it be a rainbow
Or a starless night.
All storms end.
Age 15
And the breeze bites with a chill,
I always
Fear the rain.
I fear the rain and all its power,
I fear the fury of a storm.
But though the sky
Has gone from blue to gray,
And the trees blow fiercely in the wind,
I know
I will survive it all.
I can make it.
Why can I make it?
How do I know?
Because no rain is cold enough
Or falls hard enough,
No thunder is loud enough,
To blacken my hope,
To place shadows in my dreams.
Why am I so confident?
How can I be sure?
Because through all the storms,
The heat or the hail,
I have learned.
I have learned
That all storms have a weakness,
A fault as great as mine.
Storms, I learned,
Always have an end.
Whether it be a rainbow
Or a starless night.
All storms end.
Age 15