Kiss the Rain
I took it in my grasp,
As the droplets came to a clasp.
Lifting my hands freely,
Oh is it good to be me!
Kiss the rain,
Be my fame.
Grow my crops,
Stop the clocks.
Fill my eyes,
With Gods only cries.
Lets take off our clothes,
Let it show us where the river goes.
Life is good,
Just where I stood.
Kiss the rain,
Blow the wind,
Ain't no shame,
In showin you whats destined.
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