rain, rain,
go away,
that was what,
I used to say

when I was younger,
and knew not any better,
now that I'm older,
I wish you'd stay,
just a tad bit longer

rain, rain,
please,
don't go away,
I used to hate you,
for glooming the sky,
but now I eagerly wait,
for you to come by

because nowadays it's me,
with the gloomy expression,
as I'm reminded of you,
every so often

of your lovely grace,
and your gentle embrace,
like a mother's touch,
I look forward to,
that you may caress my face

as life hasn't been kind,
and lately it's...