Well it's raining and it's pouring,
And my old man, he is snoring...
Rainy day stay.
Well my brother, he builds a puzzle
On the blue rug with lazy bubbles...
Rainy day please stay.
Well my mother, she doesn't bother
with the dishes in the kitchen...
Rainy day please stay.
Father's dreaming of the fall,
Mother covers with the shawl,
Brother's in the yellow hall, painting pictures on the wall,
I am listening to the floor,
to sounds I used to know...
Rain is falling to the ground, praying all the hopes are found.
Rain, rain, rain, rain....
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