She comes after the Rain, after the Clouds have taken their leave;

She often sits all alone, tapping her fingers on her knees:

Silence comes after the Rain.

When Storm Wind screams,

Sound will rage again.

She comes after the Rain, waiting for Sky to dry her eyes;

On the edge of a ledge, wearing her heart across her sleeve:

Silence comes after the Rain.

When Storm Wind screams,

Sound will rage again.

She comes after the Rain, hoping for Sun to soon arrive;

With bated breath,  Rainbow waltzes in:

Silence comes after the Rain.

‘Til Storm Wind screams,

Silence is a friend.

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