We go through our lives
Avoiding those dark moments
That may lead to ways of sadness,
The tears of the rain washing away our joy.
Those tears may have another purpose,
To wash away the sadness,
So that joy once more pervades our lives.
The black umbrella we used,
Used to save us from the rain
May become a fine white parasol
That is used within the light,
The light of our souls,
That shines around us in all its glory,
In all its glory and wonder.