To walk without a goal through puddles as I stroll all day. To feel only the music of the rain as rippling circles follow where I stray. To listen to the drops, to look at heavy tops of clouds when day is overcast and gray. To walk outside, is the only thing I want, no need to hide. Mind clear, reality so simple, quiet, near. I sink into the sound of rain, I gather drops in my palms again, when the water falls and the sky is dark, and the day is overcast and stark. A drizzly mood thanks to the clouds empties the city streets of crowds, when the sun hides behind a drifting shroud. The world belongs to me on days like this, and that’s why I love this quiet bliss, when the day is overcast, I must insist. Overcast day, overcast day, overcast day, overcast day. I sink into the sound of rain, I gather drops in my palms again, when the water falls and the sky is dark, and the day is overcast and stark. Overcast day.
