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(hummmmm) Rain taps softly on my window,
Coffee warming weathered hands.
Every drop has crossed the ages,
Fallen on forgotten lands.
Makes me wonder who stood listening,
What they feared and what they knew...
How one rainy afternoon Could change the world for me and you.
Did Noah stop before the downpour,
When the first drops kissed the dust?
Did the laughter slowly vanish,
As surprise replaced their trust?
Did he whisper to his family,
"Now the waiting time is through..." While the sky they thought they
knew forever Became something strange and new.
Every drop remembers, Every heart,
every name. Different years and different faces,
Still we're standing in the rain.
Time keeps turning like the rivers,
While the clouds remain the same.
Maybe history's greatest witness
Has always been the rain.
When they mourned old Abraham Lincoln,
Did umbrellas line the way?
Did the rain hide tears from strangers On that long and solemn
day? Did they wonder through their sorrow How the nation would pull
through? Or did the rain keep softly falling,
Like it somehow always knew?
The day they laid Dr.
King low, Did the heavens start to cry?
Did the rain fall with the people,
Or simply from the sky?
Did they wonder through the heartache If the dream would still ring
true? Maybe every storm remembers...
And still carries hope
anew.
Every drop remembers, Every heart,
every name. Different years and different faces,
Still we're standing in the rain.
Now I hear it on my window,
Just like all those years ago.
Maybe history's greatest witness Is the rain we'll never know.
Is the rain we'll never know. (mmmmm)