Friday, 1 July 2011

Three Sunny Days and a Thunder Storm

It works in Sweden the same as it does in our climate. Three days of high summer and it has to break. During the night refreshing rain. Today steady and sad.


I see dark clouds out of my window.
I know the storm is coming any minute
The thunder just confirms my fears
and I know that tears are in it
I'll cry for it to stop
Look here comes the very first drop.

Every time it rains I fall to pieces
So many memories the rain releases
I see you. I hear you

Every time it rains I get wet.