Where do you go to watch the rain
Do you sit inside behind a window pane
Or under some shelter, out in the storm
bundled together, huddled for warmth

Do you dress in some gear and step out into the falls
Then let it just hit you like teardrops from gods
Shut your eyes tight and take it all in
Let your mind wander through the waddling wind

Where do you go to watch the rain
Tell me about it, then tell it again.

What do you do to enjoy the sun
Do you creep outside and go for a run
Or basque in it's rays and reap in its glory
Think of your habit, then tell me the story

Could it be you are blind from looking too long
Captivation from beauty couldn't be wrong
And even with no sight you can still feel it's heat
Oh how nice to enjoy something so sweet

What do you do to enjoy the sun
Tell me about it, It'll be fun

How do you come to know who you are
Did you have to look low, did you have to look far
Was it something you felt since the day you were born
Or are you still searching, lost, battered and worn

How do you come to know who you be
What do you think, could you tell it to me?