Rain on the Rooftops

The rain fell hard on the tin roof tonight. Each drop a tear I’ve been holding inside. The thunder whispered, “Let it all out.” Wash away the doubts, let your spirit shout. So I opened the window, Let storm in. Felt the chill but I knew I could win. Rain on the rooftops, You’re my cleansing song. Washing the pain till the morning comes strong. Rain on the rooftops, a symphony Low. In your rhythm, I learn how to grow. I traced the streams on the glass so clear. Each line a story I’ve learned to bear. Now the lightning flashes, a light in the Dark. And my heart beats a tune I used to Hark. Oh, the rain doesn’t judge, it just falls and Heals. Like love that breaks you, then shows you the Real. Rain on the rooftops, you’re my cleansing song. Washing the pain till the morning comes strong. Rain on the rooftops, A symphony low. In your rhythm, I learn how to grow.