The clouds have been heavy,
They cling to the green hills,
The water flows quickly, filling the valley so the lakes and dams overflow;
Destroying the banks that were thought to be high enough.
I love the tumbling, drenching rain,
It comes like sadness, helping me to remember how beautiful sunny days are
Or how sweet happiness is when it comes.
She wrote a story today while we were caught inside,
A story of such joy I read it again and again,
It is so happy and touched with the beauty that she possesses.
How can it be that she can bring so much sunshine
Into this world of rain?