The storm clouds open and the thunder rolls
The steady stream turns into a torrential flow
I look at the heavens and ponder deep in my soul
Why does it rain wherever I go?
Some are blessed with sunshine and ease
They frolic through life with hardly a care
While others must toil on never to cease
Burdened by obligations heavy to bear
But all of us long for a glimpse of the sun
Whose radiance offer respite and rebirth
instead we watch for the rains that come
That follow us wherever we travel on this earth
Why do the rains follow us wherever we go?
Perhaps, its a blessing in disguise
Listen to the rain and you’ll finally know
Wisdom created by adversity in our lives