I sit inside and look out at the rain
Its placid hum is singing through the leaves
It's trying to find a voice and to explain
What heart can know but mind still disbelieves.
There's something in the singing of the birds
That shatters whether skies are grey or blue
So many things that can't be put to words
I feel inside and want to give to you.
My daughter sits beneath the parasol
A little brick wall's turned into a seat,
The rain has drenched a dropped forgotten doll
And ripples round her tiny staring feet.
I want to hold her hand and let her know
That after rain the sun will always show.
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