I remember that day when I made a declaration to someone's mom who didn't really care
That day, when I stood proudly and said I'm moving to gold country
where dreams never sleep

with rolling hills, covered in golden grass as far as the eye can see
Where passion runs freely through the valleys, up the mountains and leaping off into the foggy sunsets

I'm moving to gold country where the weather is always perfect and life just seems easier somehow

Perfect

Such a strange word really, as I believe perfect doesn't actually exist

I moved to gold country where it never rains just sunshine and daydreams

Sometimes I miss the rain

The showers of perfection that seem to wash off all the things that hold me back
The pools of raindrops that house the wildest of childhood fantasies

I remember the times,  in the mostly forgotten past
Sitting on the front porch, rocking in chairs that only squeaked when we sang

That childhood of long ago that's only lost in the longing of playing in the puddles
too big for one little girl

I remember the times
where we sat quietly listening to the thunder in the distance just far enough to connect the dots and lead us through the clouds on the backs of dragons to where the magic is hidden deep within the greatness of the sky

Watching quietly
as the majestic clouds burst open with these tiny droplets of rain that seemed to form sheets of blue, grey and what true perfection really is

I remember the times
sitting on that porch, watching the storms and nothing else mattered

Lost in the sea of rain that seemed to open the sky to everything I've ever hoped for

Sometimes I miss the rain