Though bitter little tears may fall
I don’t really mind the rain
The tears and showers always pass
The sun comes back again.
But it is only in the gales,
When the stormy winds complain,
That you can hear the sweet, wild sound
Of a wind chime’s refrain
So find the joy in every storm
Don’t weep without the sun
For there is joy in each hardship
And dancing ere it’s done.
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