The rain is falling on my head
It fills my waning soul
It motivates my spirit guide
Removes all trace of woe
Its music is the song of life
That wakes my sleeping youth
Oh, how I love the rain—but still,
I should probably fix my roof.
The rain is falling on my head
It fills my waning soul
It motivates my spirit guide
Removes all trace of woe
Its music is the song of life
That wakes my sleeping youth
Oh, how I love the rain—but still,
I should probably fix my roof.