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Thunderstorm


Sitting here alone in this pourring rain
I wonder if the sun will ever shine.
The endless rain cannot help but cause pain.                                     
However, I will not give up and whine.
Suddenly, the sounds of the raindrops stop.
I am encouraged to run through this storm.
Life is not always filled with lollipop. 
Neither is life always cozy and warm.
As I see clouds begin to disappear,
The sun finally sheds a little light.
At last, I can no longer taste my fear.
The sky is now shining and very bright.                          
Now, I can only taste joy and laughter.                
Never giving up makes me a winner.

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