We live between the blue and green
Where yellow rays shine on our days
But times the gray gets in our way
And bright clear drops don't seem to stop
Pittering down upon the brown
That's when a stream of color beams
And arches high across the sky
Till yellow rays break through the haze
And we're back between the blue and green
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Awsome!, this reads just as my 'Open your heart to the rain'. By the way...thank you for understanging that honesty is better than flowery exageration.....Dave
