Singing In the Rain

I stare out the window, the rains really coming down hard,
I wrap myself in a warm blanket, hoping it would shield my body from the thunder,
I take a peek out the window, just sit there and sing to myself,
I look one more time and thought, I wonder.....

What does it feel like to sing in the rain?
Is it satisfying, will the water wash away any sudden Pain?
Does it do wonders, or is it a phony?
Should I go find out? or sit here, lonely?

I pull the blanket off of me, and put on my coat,
I’m thinking, Should I really do this?
I shake my head, and move towards the door,
I open it slowly, and make a wish

What does it feel like to sing in the rain?
Is it satisfying, will the water wash away any sudden Pain?
Does it do wonders, or is it a phony?
Should I go find out? or sit here, lonely?

I run out the door, and I start to sing,
I will sing till day turns to night,
as I sing, and scream, and smile through the rain,
I now know, they were right

What does it feel like to sing in the rain?
Is it satisfying, will the water wash away any sudden Pain?
Does it do wonders, or is it a phony?
Should I go find out? or sit here, lonely?