I sometimes feel the need,
To walk in the rain,
The dampness i don't heed
As it goes down the drain.

I like the gray sky,
With water falling down.
Without asking myself why,
I like the look of this town.

It's nothing that anormal.
It's just a small place,
Sometimes it feels formal,
A little damp life in a little damp place.

The rain clouds give way,
The sun doesnt come out.
Being fall, it's not a nice day
So the dampness is still about.

The damp scent of the air,
Is filling my senses,
It's still dampening my hair.
My soul demands it's expenses.

I walk in the park, smelling,
The scent of the rain,
My brain in bumb not anymore telling,
My sorrow is gone, no longer in pain
I so love to see the damp rain go down the drain.