The sun tries to come out, breaking free through the clouds.
Tiny rays shouting, wanting to be heard, aloud.
Earth getting flooded. It's been so long.
The wonderful beloved rain has fell, from our song.
Our dance, our cries, our sweat, our tears.
The rain left the skies like it hadn't left in years.
Falling with such suspense, smiling all the way down.
Giving my skin a rinse, before settling on the ground.
Inspiration flows when it's a rainy day in L.A.
And the stars know it's also much too rare to sleep it away.
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