Who says I’m like a dark storm?

I’m nicer. And sweeter.

After the storm, things can become clean.

And the clouds let go to reveal the bluest sky.

I’m never too bright;

I’m never too dark.

Who can stay the same forever?

People stab others in the back or just lie.

But I? Never!

If there is a tear in your eye

And I am your friend

            I’ll wipe it away

            And leave you a grin.