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February 17, 2026 at 1:48 PM
The Rain falls — and people pray.
They try to wash their sins away,
But nothing changes, nothing fades.
The rain turns into a storm spray, —
And still they stand, and still they pray.
They do not know — there is no Grace
For those who seek it face to face,
Just standing under the cold Rain.
The wind drives clouds in darker rings
The thunder speaks the warning sings
It frightens those who stand alone
Until every soul turns pale as a stone.
The sky's on fire like a bachelors roar
And birds can't find that way no more.
People stand. They pray, they plead,
They gaze at Heaven back and the need
While deathly storms behind their backs
Tear through the world, erase its tracks.
They stand — they never turn away.
There is no fear in their eyes.
Still hoping the rain will wash their sins away.
