The rain is a thief
Bringing my life grief
Cutting my childhood brief
Whenever it visits, I grow stiff
From it, not once did I know relief

I tried to love the rain
From fearing it, I tried to refrain
I tried to break free from its hate chain
I thought by doing so, it will make me sane
And the relief was addicting like a bottle of champagne

Now, I hate it even more
Even though back then I swore
That it, the rain I will forever adore
And I would have, but I cannot ignore
How it steals away the one thing I care for

For some time I thought
Happiness was what it brought
But from the rain, she merely sought
The same relief I myself have wrought
And in deep dark helplessness, I am caught

Because I cannot save her from it
Everytime it rains is like a slap and a hit
To give her back to me, the rain won't permit
To it's cold arms, she has no choice but to submit
But to my personal thief, I vow never to admit defeat