Wishing for the rain to stop
Is like wishing for you to come back

The odds are pretty high
The odds are pretty low

Sometimes a drizzle
That aches its way throughout

But sometimes a storm
That eats me whole and alive

But it never stops
Like an endless turmoil

And so I always long for the sun-
Its blissful rays and glistening light

I hope the warmth finds me again
Like how we found each other back then


Wishing for the rain to stop
Is like wishing for you to come back