This song is sorta Job esc but sometimes that's just how you feel
So do I
Here comes the storm
And I'm soaked to the bone
In my heart I know
It rains on the just and unjust alike
But in my selfishness
I see no man more juster than I
And as the sky pours
The lightning strikes
So close that it singes the skin
God don't you see the pain I'm in
Some time these grey clouds
Will have to pass
blue skis, and sunshine
just over the horiz-in
-The Insignificant Other
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