Rain upon my shoulder now
Used to think that the gale was a curse, but now
I can hear melodies in rain
The tree's become my tutor now
Take the good and the bad and just filter out
What you need from the tempest to grow
Our roots deep in the ground
I'm worn like leather now
The rain falls on my skin
Not destroyed, just broken in
I see a rainbow on the road
and honestly all I see may be indigo
even though other colors may glow
But indigo is beautiful
Like the darkness to light makes the spectrum full
Darker days seem to highlight the sun

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