Thick dark cloud above
Shadows our paths of all
The pain and sorrow ooh no!
Our weeps get the wipes.

The tears of the sun
Graces them all in one
A love from above that no one,
Has ever dreamt of or sat upon.

There comes the rain
The thunder that scares the enemy
Tears that wipes the agony
Love that erases every inch of bygone.

It was the rains of the summer
The gratitude of the dark cover,
that assured us that it was over.
Smiles were thrown all over.