The rain stopped, rays of sun have begun to warm the country, but the danger continues,

We are not criminals. We are hard workers who are contributing to the development of this country.

After the rain, the sun will reappear.
There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.

The sun will dissipate any trace of her memory, so much so that you'll think you've been healed, but you'll think of her when it rains.

But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

If there are bleachers in heaven and a warm sun, that's where you'll find Bill Veeck.