Rain Martin Bocanegra

Rain, Rain, do you see me?
Standing here, in your midst (or rather in your mist)
Do you love me, Like I love you,
For just being and for nothing more?
Am I to you, what you are to me?
Do I exist in your world of motion
Of cycles and whirls, and falls from nowhere
Of wind and ice and cloudy forevers?

Rain, Rain, do you see me?
Standing here in your midst (or rather in your mist)
After all you've seen and all you've been
Wet in foreign cities, and icy on mountain roads
After your time in every crevice of the world
And after every trickle on every man
You still come back to me and I still Love you
And You still Love me, enough to return

Rain, Rain, do you see me?
Standing here in your midst, (or rather in your mist)
Standing in the gray ashes of this town,
I wait for your returning showers
To cleanse this town of its diseases
Only for them to return one day
So you can come and wash them away
And I can wait for you again and again