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“When Dark Clouds Must Let Go of Rain”

When dark clouds must let go of rain
They surrender quietly, sweet and low,
Or all hell breaks through heaven’s floor
From a pregnant sorrow too great to contain
And come smashing down to earth below
Wracking all till it weeps no more.

But when the time for grief is done,
The clouds depart in an exhaling sigh
A song’s gentle, fading refrain
Making way for a warming sun
Whose golden comfort lights up the sky
Till only dewdrops dare remain.