how

how...some ask
do you stand the grey
the endless rain
which falls each day

how do you deal
with the biting cold
caressing your bones
as you grow old

the long dark hours
do they drive you mad
does the sparse sunshine
not make you sad

i am where i am
where i need to be
weather is weather
that simple, you see

our mind is the place
where our life joy lies
not the falling rain
or the cloudless skies

no matter which path
our life may take
we own the power
to control the ache

the joy, the love
reside in our mind
nature is beauty
our eyes might find

if we open ourselves
to the magic of now
remember our truth
we have fields to plough

then rain is rain
which needs to fall
the sun still shines
behind it all

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