The rain pores down but does not break,
The heavy, languid heat of day,
Through lightning strikes and thunder shakes,
The torrents fall, but swelter stays.
Although our clothes are soaked and wet,
And tightly cling against our skin,
The atmosphere induces sweat,
And storms call neither cold nor wind.
Inclement weather which we dread,
May often clear to our surprise,
But not all clouds bear silver threads,
Not all dark days yield brighter skies.
Not all dark days yield brighter skies.
