Rain
The rain falls down,
it's a dim, gloomy day.
Everyone is quiet,
there's not much to say.
The wind begins to blow,
that's all we ever know.
No one believes this is fate,
for them it may not be too late.
The wind blows harder,
the rain falls faster.
Does anybody realize
the wind is our master?
1992
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