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When The Rain ComesThe sun hasn't shown in days, The rain won't stop falling, Everything seems to change, I hear the Father calling. Dancing in the rain waitin' for it to stop, I want the sun to shine, I want to feel free, I want to feel the Father's warm breeze on me. It's cloudy still, It keeps getting colder, The wind puts a chill, On my shoulder. Chances are if you've never been alone, You wouldn't understand, What I'm goin' thru. By: Erickah (1-19-03) Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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