It’s raining in the valley.
Everything is getting wet.
Except her love for me, you see.
I tried but could not get.
It’s raining in the highlands.
I’m thinking in old song.
Even babies raised by wolves.
Know when they don’t belong.
The rains a distant memory.
Thinking about traveling to the coast.
I live sometimes just in my mind.
It’s the rain I miss the most.
