Oh, let me tell you of the smell of rain
Of the things that it does
And of bittersweet pain.
Oh, and of sadness and the honeysuckle smell
If you are silent you may hear
A shining-silver rain tale.
Oh, let me tell you of the smell of rain
Of the things that it does
And of bittersweet pain.
Oh, and of sadness and the honeysuckle smell
If you are silent you may hear
A shining-silver rain tale.