It's Raining On That Lonely Road

From this window open to sunshine, one may think that it's not raining on that lonely road forgotten by time... but raindrops won't stop falling! That was the only place of solitude and peace, the furthest place where we couldn't be seen by others, warm grass was the perfect bed so soft to eager fingers, while above noisy seagulls performed a dance! It's raining on that lonely road, raindrops erased our footsteps mockingbirds flew around us, we didn't mind being followed! From a wide window over the breezy, balmy bay the young composer at the piano hits high notes, their sound delights the painter with hair color clay; he draws scenes dipping his brush in pretty colors! It's raining on that lonely road, no dreary rainy day thrills anybody; we all have a past secretive world that echoes with a sweet memory!