Shayari Bazar

Last night I heard a robin singing in the rain,And the raindrop's patter made a sweet refrain,Making all the sweeter the music of the strain.So, I thought, when trouble comes, as trouble will,Why should I stop singing? Just beyond the hillIt may be that sunshine floods the green world still.He who faces the trouble with a heart of cheerMakes the burden lighter. If there falls a tear,Sweeter is the cadence in the song we hear.I have learned your lesson, bird with dappled wing,Listening to your music with its lilt of springWhen the storm-cloud darkens, then's the TIME to sing.