Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise
In the warmth of her love, he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
He melts to get fused to her
As the rain says 'I'll go now'
Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
Who was never there before
And will not ever, be again.
