I Sit Here Out On The Porch
Watching The Rain.
When I Watch The Rain
I Am At Peace
The Rain Does A Magical Thing To You
When You Sit And Watch,
Hear The Rain You Start To Think
I See The Rain As God's Way Of Crying
He Can Cry For Hours At A Time
The Rain Are Tears Of Happiness
When He Cries The Tears Turn Into Water
The Water Is The Plant's Food
When God Cries Hard It
Washes The Dirt Away In The City
The Rain Is A Way That You Think And
Come To Peace With Things
By: Jamie
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