Rain, rain, don’t go away.
Please stay around for today.
My body is weak, and my soul is dry.
It’s time for someone else to cry.
Take my bruised and battered soul;
Wash it, cleanse it, make it whole.
Rain, rain, wash me away.
Carry me off to a brighter day;
To the sea where troubles are no more.
Take me to that distant shore.
The sun rises where sky and sea collide,
And on that horizon I will hide.
Rain, rain, don’t go away.
Please stay around for today.
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