When i was little, i always wait for the rain to pour
Harder, harder please i prayed...harder, please start to fall
Because i loved the tiny drops when it start to touch my skin
The feelings that surround me under the rain
There's something that tickles my inner nature
Once i felt it on my face in my being.
It brings joy and enthusiasm for a little girl like me.
My mother would always remind me that i must not stay
Too long under the pouring rain,
Because i might get sick, but how can i resist,
How can i refuse the charm that's inviting,
Oh rain rain come again, go away another day.
Ilove its tiny drops that spark and so inviting
Vivid memories i recall, now that i am old enough
To understand my mother's advise,
Now that i have my own little grandchildren,
I gave them same concern my Mom had for me
But how can i blame my little grand kids,
When they love to play in the rain, i was once a little girl,
And so i understand how they feel
Rain, rain come again go away another day
Even us grown ups have this nature
That only little children understood.
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