• When it rains
    the sky is a darker shade of gray
    those dark eyes like yours
    full of unveiled mystery
    that only you know.

    When it rains
    the sky cries
    tears
    falling.
    Tears falling.

    When it rains
    the broken-hearted souls
    will look through their window
    and they will remember
    their love
    who left them on a rainy night.

    When it rains
    silence
    is the only noise heard
    other then my footsteps
    and the soft droplets
    faintly sounded
    on the old and scuffed up pavement.

    But

    When it rains
    someone
    sings.

    They sing out for freedom
    they sing out for their voice
    they sing out for the rain
    and they sing out
    because they are singing.

    When it rains
    I will sing out
    for life
    out loud
    so the sky can hear
    and can make the voices of others come out too.

    Maybe soon
    you will join me.

    Maybe soon
    we will have a chorus.