The sky grows heavy clouds descend
For some it feels the world will end
But others hear within the storm
A gentle voice a change of form
The rain may soak the wind may tear
Yet some find music in the air
Each drop becomes a note that rings
And sorrow turns to song that sings
When every step through mud feels slow
You learn how hidden blossoms grow
The melody that grief once made
Can soften hearts and fears allayed
Success is not how clear the skies
But how you see with altered eyes
To greet the storm to dance along
Is to be crowned by rain’s own song