Listen to the rain

Listen to the rain
It is whispering my pain
It is crying all my tears
For me

Look into the sky;
The great storm-clouds rolling by
The roaring thunder tells
It knows
my
story.

Wind!
Come and take it now -
All of this past,
Your rushing blast
Will open up the path
Before me.

Then,
When all the Storm
and Raging's passed
These sorrowed clouds will part
At last,
And out will come
The Golden Sun;
Its healing rays
outstretched
To Save
and
Warm me.