I see the rain on the roof,
making little sounds that I love,
that makes me sleep.
I see the plants grow,
the sand get wet,
the ocean so deep.
The smell of wet grass,
oh, it smells so good!
And how can I forget
the kisses under the rain?
Feeling a drop on my hair,
the rain starts
and I just think of
how good is to be alive.
Tears of God
falling on me,
I wish I am not the reason,
but we all are indeed.
