The storm’s fightin’ mad,
Like an ill tempered beast.
Baby, here comes the rain,
So let down your hair.
Let yourself feel,
Feel the vibration of his grumbling heat.
Sway your hips to the tempo,
Of his rumbling beat.
The deafening silence,
Echoes loud in your ears.
Baby, here comes the rain.
Curl your fingers, your toes.
Let yourself be,
Let yourself revel in your surmounting fears.
Let the rain kiss away,
And mix with your tears.
The wind coils its fingers,
Through every inch of your hair.
Baby, here comes the rain,
So let yourself go.
Let yourself feel,
Soak in the power of his threatening stare.
Then throw your face to the wind,
And laugh in his glare.
