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STORMS


Life is full of seasons, spring comes the sun shines, the roses blossom and everything feels fine. 

 

But eventually the rain comes filling the sky, people hate, people lie, people cry. People are uncertain like rain it comes and it goes. The storm will come that's certain, you just never know.   

 

As the storm begins to fade a rainbow, makes all the hate go away. And the sun starts to shine, people smile, people laugh, people say hi!

 

Truly truly I tell you life without the storm is not life at all. That would be life with no test, no failure, no fall. 

 

So when the storm comes remember, a rainbow is on its way. Hold on, keep calm and watch the clouds fade away.  

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