The whole crazy thing
Nothing else can show us who we really are
We run and hide
Or laugh and shout
It brings out the best
Or the worst
When I say those 3 little words
What I really mean’s you’re my kind of rain
When I say you’re my kind of rain
I mean than I get jitters when
You come around, my sorrows melt away,
I loose all feeling because you are
Around me, and I even cry because for
Once the sky and ground finally meet
And join as one.
Rain is the best kind of weather, don’t
You think?

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