My Rain

Rain, there you are again,
Remember the last time,
when you let yourself in?
And I promised I'd not let you drown me again?
But oh, Rain, here you are again,
I suppose you could call me your fairweather friend.

Last time, you fell from my windows
and rolled down my walls,
And I lay there and lied to myself,
And dreamed you meant nothing at all.
I mopped up the mess in the mornings,
But I never could see the storm warnings.

See, last time, you broke my defences,
And I ended up digging down trenches,
And I lay there and cried till the dawn,
And I lied to myself she meant nothing at all.
But still, Rain, you fell from my windows,
and rolled down my walls.

And now, my Rain, here you are again,
I suppose I could call you my fairweather friend.
Do you remember the last time,
when you let yourself in?