1)
I get tired of the rain,
Those dark, grey, dreary days
Here it comes again.
But were we ready for it?
Water soaring above you
We thought nothing of it
But it wouldn’t stop
So we start to panic
I would never think in a million years
Life itself would feel so helpless.
2)
I played in this stream as a child,
When the ravine seemed so endless and wild.
The water was clear and smelled so clean,
It was so long ago that it seems like dream.