Stranger In Moscow

Such a heavy rain Where is my mom and dad am scared As I woke I locked my windows Never having in mind of such rain Cold feet and hands with shocks and gloves, with phones chatting friends on the couch The skies are heavy but we never felt any weight on, tho the wind can blow you away if he decides So much can a blunt do, cuz you always think deep. As the cool sweet breeze caress your mind No sounds, no noise is heard, only the familiar rhythm of the rain. As the lighting and thunders introduce there presence unannounced On your own authority restrained by the rain, a natural rule that you don’t stay outside the rain, except the stranger in moscow.