I feel the rain upon my face.
It washes over me.
I wonder if it’s falling down
Wherever you may be.
I hear the thunder echo from
A distance far away,
A distance that I hope will fade
For you and me, someday.
Then as the rain keeps falling down,
It somehow makes me blue
To know that I can touch the rain
More easily than you.
March 1, 1991
Original song created using SunoAI
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