I love it when it rains,
the sound of it oh so therapeutic,
the smell of it oh i love it.

Once, a girl asked,
why are you sad?
How can i not be? I said.

I'm not gonna leave the sky all alone
when she is weeping her bitter tears,
even if she turns into a cyclone.

I believe it's washing all the dirts away
to make new rooms
for the rainbow to play.

Just like our tears,
cleaning our feelings
before a smile appears.

So everyday i prayed
oh rain, please come again
i need you, i need this cascade.

Just like i stood by your side
come again and be by mine,
until all these pains subside.