As I realize the distance between You and I,
heaven starts to cry.
And thats where I awake,
from the first drop that fell down on this paper.
Its a note You left behind,
couldn’t believe what had gone through my mind.
I tried to resist reading it again,
but there I was, weak as I am.
Hearing the rain, everytime brings back the pain,
will it ever change?
Need You to stop the rain, and I will sing,
when knowing you’re in my arms again.