I like the rain, I like the rain
And I know that I am same as the rain.
Sometimes I lay in the grass, outside in the sun,
And feel it touch my skin that's stretched
All across muscle and sinew.
I like the itch it produces on my leg;
It jostles me awake to a beautiful rain.
And I like the rain, I like the rain
And I know that I am same as the rain.
'Yoo-hoo-hoo,' said the child,
'Who are you that makes the grass and the rain?
Yoo-hoo....'
And I like the rain, I like the rain
And I know that I am same as the rain.
