Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
And the blood of brave men was shed like unto the shedding of rain from a black cloud.
Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.
As a blind man has no idea of colors, so have we no idea of the manner by which the all-wise God perceives and understands all things.
Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows.
These are not dark days: these are great days - the greatest days our country has ever lived.
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Life is about choices. Some we regret, some were proud of. Some will haunt us forever. 'Black Rain' was very much about choices. The message - we are what we chose to be.
Into each life some rain must fall.
The world at night, for much of history, was a very dark place indeed.
The world goes up and the world goes down, the sunshine follows the rain; and yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown can never come over again.