I am the rain held in disdain, lotions and potions just add to my fame
When I?m not in Spain, I fall on the plain
The truth is I?m ruthless I can?t be contained
I?m the rain
My friend the wind, with breath he is twinned
Blow high or low high tornadoes to spin
My mother the cloud, in widows black shroud
Gives birth to the earth before fields can be ploughed
Up in the sky we?ve demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I?m the rain
My cousin the snow lays blankets below
States that her flakes are just threads to be sewn
My rival the sun, it ripens the plum
Is feared and revealed it gives sight to the gun
Up in the sky we?ve demands to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
Up in the sky we?ve demands to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I, I?m the rain, I?m the rain
(faster)
Oh, oh, oh, oh?.
(slower)
I am the rain, who?s held in disdain
The truth is I?m ruthless I can?t be contained