I wish it would rain,

Rain so hard I couldn't see the distant two feet in front of me,

Rain, rain, and rain some more,

Until the whole world was gone,

That way I'll know that there is always someone else out there crying like the way I am,

These tears that are falling from the heavens,

As the so-called angels cry with me,

Who knows if they are really angels,

They could be the devils servants in disguise,

Not that we'll ever know,

But whoever it is,

They want it to rain,

Just to remind me,

And every other one of those fellow criers out there,

That I am and they're not the only ones crying…