If the rain had a name I would write it a letter.
Dear Michael or Johnny or Peter
Whoever you are
When you pass by my town
On the high-way of slippery winds
Slow down, my friend.
It's a beautiful chance, I imagine,
To stop by
To drop in a few million times.
Oh my Lord,
It's a wonderful day.
Do you mind if I meet you somewhere.
You will spot me at once
Having met so many like me -
Just a shabby raincoat and a lonely umbrella.

Shrapnel of the sky has hit the pavement.
Hi, little bird.
I think we've met before.
I'd help you find your bearings around
this piece of land.
Just tell me. Here I am.
I know how strangely it might sound ...
I tore my dreams one day.
I threw them all away.
Remember? You were there
tormented by the song I hadn't sung
just circling around
in despair.