As we went ever upward, into the valley, Heaven’s floodgates opened up, but we hardly did tary. We quickened our pace, to reach the high top, But alas, for the rain made it all naught. Overlooking this valley, I see the mysteries, of life and love, how they can appear so quickly. Like the rain that came quickly, from nowhere it seemed, So love, life and laughter, all come without warning. Prepare for the rain, by packing rain gear, prepare for your life, by seeking God here. Prepare for a laugh, have a net handy, and prepare for love, which borders insanity.