Great grey clouds rolled down the road from a tall mountain side Weather man said grab your coats or take cover inside But I stood their waiting with my arms open wide
Way to long since the rain dragging through this draught Quench or thirst let new things grow let the seedling sprout Come on clouds do your thing let the rain poor out
And as it starts to fall I feel the drops rolling off Cleanse my skin, kiss my face, and I am changed I am changed
I watched my troubles flow down the street like a dried up gutter leaf Through the storm drains it did pass until the sea it was released And it felt so good to finally be free
And as it starts to fall I feel the drops rolling off Cleanse my skin, kiss my face, and I am changed I am changed
