It's down pouring outside, just the sheets of wind and the clink of memories pounding my roof. Falling silent when the clouds stop crying for me.
The voice upstairs can
Praying for some sweet breeze from Georgia
'Cause I was born from dark weather
Thunder was booming
Lightning was breaking
Layers of warm, familiar rain has followed me wherever I go
As if to say
You'll be alright once the sun peaks over the mountain top