They taught us;
“Rain rain, go away, come again another day, little children want to play.” Little children are now grown,
So,
Rain rain, come to stay,
Pour and pour, 'cause when you’re around, we can play. Let memories fade with it,
The savoring smell of water meets sand,
Drenched in joy, like a reprimanded band,
Let the rain wash away our grit. Let the drops kiss our skin,
Like a lover’s gentle touch,
Let the rain drown out the din,
Of a world that can be too much.
