May 2012
Trickling from the sky,
It isn’t any ordinary day
The rain-washes all my sorrows away
Wanting to sit on the edge
Looking out
This window, washes it away
It sounds so soothing,
Wherever I am
Nothing so quiet—
Nothing so sweet
Then the sound of the rain
On my feet.
It isn’t any ordinary day
The rain-washes all my sorrows away
Wanting to sit on the edge
Looking out
This window, washes it away
It sounds so soothing,
Wherever I am
Nothing so quiet—
Nothing so sweet
Then the sound of the rain
On my feet.
2003-2004, bored sitting in the library at college on a rainy day with soaked sandals.
Bad mood, Playing the rain makes it all better.
Bad mood, Playing the rain makes it all better.
