The January rain drapes the sky in grey
And hides away the sun.
And the pattering can be maddening
But I'll wait until it's done.
For I can't chase the clouds away
And I can't stop the falling rain.
It's out of my hands, it's out of my hands
There's nothing that I can do.
And sometimes I know that life doesn't go
The way that I want it to...
from "Out of My Hands", Vagabond, Spencer Day
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