Don’t grumble when the rain comes down.
Don’t wear a gloomy frown
When the little raindrops patter down
On villages and town.
Remember that the trees, the birds,
The flowers and, yes, we too,
Would die without those drops of rain
And only skies of blue.
The rain breathes life into our world
And without it we would die.
So don’t grumble when the rain comes down
But look up at the sky.
Behind those black and murky clouds
You’ll find a blue sky shining;
And we are told: 'Behind each cloud
You’ll find a silver lining.'
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