O how the rain pours, pours down to purge the city.
Cleaning away the remnants of the day before.
Starting afresh as the dawn creeps to.
Foxes run for cover, birds shiver in trees,
while I lie in bed listening to the tap, tap on the window.
O how the rain pours, pours down to purge the city,
wash away the sins and crimes of the day before.
Bringing back the purity and innocence of a bright new dawn.
See the gutters wash away the grime and filth, leaving a clean new street.
Shame life can’t be cleaned to easily.