Two lovers stand, eyes wide with wonder.
Their faces show no sign of pain.
It's only time before the thunder
is followed by the cleansing rain.Two armies meet in an alleyway;
the flashing blade produces pain.
The fiery anger of today
drowns in tomorrow's rain.Will we win or will we lose?
Does life go down the drain?
It all depends how long we choose
to wander in the rain.All the little hopes and dreams,
the things we would attain--
the job, the car, the house-- it seems
are puddles in the rain.Once Prudence walked the lonely street.
She'll never walk again.
The car that mangled both her feet
stands rusting in the rain.Father looks at little boy.
He cannot Youth regain.
Mingled with his greatest joy,
there falls a drop of rain.Little Jimmy died last week.
He blew out all his brains.
The bloody imprint on our street
will wash off when it rains.Mother hums a lullaby;
the thunder beats a harsh refrain.
Little baby, now you cry
but you will learn to love the rain.At times I feel a wave of tears
will drown me in the pain,
but rest assured, my friend, your tears
will vanish in the rain.I leave you, darling, for a while.
Will you my love retain?
If not, I can but sadly smile ...
for Life comes from the rain.
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