When I look up at the sky
Tiny teardrops fall across my face
I shiver with the cold
but my feet seemed stucked and doesn't want to move
Then I remember when I was a kid I used to play in the rain
Closed eyes, arms open with a big smile on my face
But the clouds weren't like this
The sky isn't this sad
And the raindrops wasn't this cold
Then I wonder, is it the reflection of what I'm feeling right now?
Does the sky symphatize with what I feel?
This isn't the rain who will have rainbows later on
This is the rain that will continue to pour till it can
Till theres nothing left to shed
The rain that doesn't care about anyone but itself
The rain who feels so lonely
So sad
This is my rain