Find a cloud you can play out loud,
and the rain from your refrain
will soon abound with inspired sound.
Part will glimmer, some will shimmer,
resounding booms fill quiet rooms
with furious pace to grace the place.
Loud and frightening, hail and lightning
play tympani in this symphony,
never boring, faith restoring.
Kids cannot play outside today
they’re forced to hide and stay inside.
Magic christened— if stopped to listen.
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