*Music*
The Rain taps on our windows, runs down the road. Causing such mischief, our brows, are furrowed!
We hide inside our houses, gazing outside.
The Rain says quietly, I'm sorry I cried!
harshly and noise that will take us to
the grave the rain Christ harder the
racket fills our ears drops back in the
chill our children please do come out
and play with the children do not we
taught them to turn away the rain
quietly leaves with only a sniffle in
dismay we come out of hiding the
children go up to play we're all
enlightened the rain have gone away the
rain will always have an eight caused
buyer do not fear the rain icing go out
and take it in but now it is all
meaningless the rain has gone away
yeah
