It's pouring outside, it's pouring outside, can you stand the rain?                                                                The roses are covered in oceans of water, the violets are left beneath                                                Every droplet yearns to sing a song of its own, each wanting a chance                                                To leave a mark here on this land, a land where songs aren't sung                                                 Could my smile compare to the rainbow above, given birth by the tears of the sky?                              How it nurtures the roots to our souls, yet brings misery to the stem of our lives                                    Yet it raises the meadows as its own, and leaves the weed behind not                                                  How it colours the future with no paint, but the final piece is heavenly                                                 It leaves me breathless yet healthy, I surely can stand the rain.