The Stormclouds Drift Away

The stormclouds drift away, and all is bright,
The sun shines down, and all is well;
The birds sing sweetly, and the flowers are white,
And all the world is glad and well.

The clouds have passed, and all is clear,
The rain has ceased, and all is dry;
The sky is blue, and all is fair,
And all the world is glad and high.

So let us hope that when the clouds of care
Have drifted from our lives, we'll find
The sun of happiness will shine
And all the world will be divine.

For even though the clouds may come,
And rain may fall, and winds may blow,
The sun will always shine again,
And all the world will be aglow.

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