Wherever I go
It rains
It's a downpour
I can't stop that
Nor do I want to
I rain on parades
Crash and boom
On the happiest days
I force plans to be canceled
I am a raging storm
I precipitate to be gloomyYet,
I help some sleep
Cry
Have fun
I even provide comfortBut it's never enough
The pouring will never
I say never be good enough.

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