When was the last time that we saw rain?
Come wash away the grey; make it all clean again
Your pitter-patter I find so comforting
So rain, my dear old friend, return once more to me
Day after day, infernal sun, he rises through the gloom
His jovial light offends my eye as he invades my room
Where are the clouds I knew as if they were my own?
Please come back, envelope me, make me feel right at home
Rattle my shutters
Whistle through my eaves
It’s been too quiet here
Stir up my senses, please
— By Anji Bee (BMI)