Drifting through the raindrops

I wake up at midnight To the sound of a summer storm, The breeze upon my face Feels so gentle and so warm. Then I'm looking down on An endless , clear mountain stream . . . Drifting through the raindrops in a dream. There were books I had read, High upon a distant shelf; Written by family Though there's nothing of myself. Words paint the histories, Yet I'm far from ev'ry scene . . . Drifting through the raindrops in a dream. The last song echoes soft, From a long abandoned stage; Voices are now silenced, They'd come from another age. Still I have heard their words Which came gently and serene . . . Drifting through the raindrops in a dream. Waves lap at the shorelines, Washing footprints from the sand; Lighthouses on the hills Are no longer being manned. Underneath the moonlight Sailing ships can still be seen . . . Drifting through the raindrops in a dream. Round and round in circles Going back to where I've been, Caught reliving my life Over and over again. I'm forever searching For whatever all this means . . . As I drift through the raindrops in my dreams.