We listen to the rain
We hear the constant hiss of it fall
Trapped on the roof-tops
Dropping hard on the ground
We think of our lives
Born live and die
Along the way we must realize
We have to learn to the next life
We look out to the rain
Listening to its song gain
Every inch on the ground
Showing us it isn't over
The courtship of the rain
The wind will softly whisper
Passing through leaves and branches
Born live and die
The season of wet and dry
The rain will fall
The sun will shine
The wind will cry
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