IT NEVER RAINS BUT IT POURS!

It never rains but it pours,
Till we are drowned in its flood;
Why must it come in torrents,
With such force and fury,
Leaving no breathing space,
To gasp for air?
No time for remorse or regret;
Just being swept by the temptuous flow,
Can we survive this stormy sea of sorrow?
Tomorrow seems a year away,
Hope is lost in the distant hills;
Clutching straws to keep us afloat,
Are we able to survive another day?
WHAT MUST BE WILL BE!

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