I think of you
After the rain
Looking at the grey skies
I try to see your face
In vain
I think of you
In the chilly air
Catching the smell of rain
I see me smiling with you
In our cozy living room
Towering above the city lights
I think of you
Whenever it doesn’t stop to rain
A life with you
I’d be a store lady
You’d come meet me when evening paints the clouds
We’d go off for dinner
Then stroll through the whispers of the soft drizzle
I think of you
In every chance of rain
Hoping someday we’ll meet
