Dark clouds gather overhead
A storm is coming, or so they said
The wind starts to howl, the rain pours down
I'm lost in this storm, I might drown
The lightning strikes, the thunder roars
I'm shaken to my very core
I stumble and fall, I'm all alone
In this storm, I feel like I'm just a stone
But then I see a light in the distance
A glimmer of hope, a newfound persistence
I pick myself up, I start to run
Towards that light, towards the sun
The storm may rage, it may never end
But I'll keep moving forward, I'll never bend
I'll face the storm, I'll brave the rain
For I know that after the storm, there's a rainbow again
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