Grey clouds creeping over the church steeple And smell of the rain goes through the sheep hill The fog wags just like flag through the lane And bright color grass shined by the drizzling rain
Let the rain. Let the rain to wash away your pain
Ebon waves thump ominus glum cliffs Peals of thunder laugh at sullen whisperous whiffs Here you are so far from paradise or hell So the moan of rain makes your soul dispel