• Rain, the white noise of life creating a hush over the world.
    In the silence I wonder what my own heart does ponder.
    It cleanses my mind and refreshes my soul.
    When will it fall, that heavenly squall?
    When will I feel the skies tears from above?
    To wash through my soul and to help me to grow.
    In this land of the sun, the rain has all gone.
    A bright shiny coastland that doesn't let go.
    It cries deep within so you can't see its sin,
    And shines oh so brightly, embracing, and warm.