Footsteps are lightly taken,
But hurrying anyway,
The thunder like a lion's roar
Prompts a dispersion.
What's going on?
That's right...the rain's coming.
It's gonna rain!
I really hate the rain,
I wanted to stay here a little longer,
In the instant when the pleasant sensation was changed,
When the lion made me hurry
It was obvious, No! Annoying.
It's gonna rain!
Has the rain erased his alibi?
Did he already forget?
Is this all the two of us will become?
Let's make all of this the rain's fault.
As for calls from him, Nothing Nothing
And lessons from the rain too, Nothing Nothing
If my mind would change
Like the weather in England
That would be a relief...but it's the opposite.
It's gonna rain!
The rain has made my fever return.
But he also suddenly remembered me.
The two of us were guided to here now.
It's all the rain's fault, no, thanks to it.
The rain calls people and makes them disappear--
A magician stronger than anyone.
The two of us had merely been fooling each other;
And didn't everything start in the rain.
It's gonna rain!
It's gonna rain!
God put the rainbow in the clouds, not just in the sky... It is wise to realize we already have rainbows in our clouds, or we wouldn't be here. If the rainbow is in the clouds, then in the worst of time, there is the possibility of seeing hope... We can say "I can be a rainbow in the cloud for someone yet to be." That may be our calling...
