I like the sound of raindrops on our rooftops
  I like the breeze of cold air, that warms my senses
  I like the thought that the skies feels like crying
  
And now it’s storming
  the skies are depress then again
  it’s pouring its tears down to earth
  spreading a message with such worth

But I am just here
  listening to the sound of raindrops on our rooftop
  smelling the breeze of cold air that warms my senses
  sharing thoughts about the skies crying