AUGUST RAINS
August rains are falling
People are calling your name
Through the sadness and the pain
A glimmer of hope shines through the rain
A young boy down and out
No where to go but down
He listens for the sound
That will bring out the power in him
Someone, everyone searching for better way
Got to keep on working, no time to play
Should I go, should I stay?
When will it be my day?
So can’t you hear the August rains?
Listen to the people say your name
August Rains are not a storm
They are gentle and warm
© Copyright 2011 Thomas Dooley
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