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
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
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
