When it rains I dont mind
Let me stand here all night
Did she take her whole life
Let me know she’s alright

[Chorus]
And every time it rains
I feel her holding me
And everytime it rains
Are the angels crying

I’ll stay strong, I’ll be fine
Carry on with my life
I still stare at the sky
Pray for rain, all the time
Why’d you run? Did you hide
Why’d you leave, no good bye
When the clouds, take the sky
Does a soul, give you life?

And every time it rains
I feel her holding me
And everytime it rains
Are the angels crying
And every time it rains
I feel her holding me
And everytime it rains
All the angels cry for you

I’ll never be the same
I’ll never be the same
be the same
be the same
be the same

And every time it rains
I feel her holding me
And everytime it rains
Are the angels crying
And every time it rains
I feel her holding me
And everytime it rains
Are the angels crying

I find I quite enjoy this song. Perhaps this would be something appropriate to play at my funeral one day…the words are beautiful, appropriate, and the song is rockin’. Perfect for me. Speaking of which, I don’t know if I ever mentioned this, but when I finally kick it, I want to be cremated and spread about Australia. I don’t want a casket at all. No, I’m not being morbid here, I’m just letting you know, this is something I’ve given careful consideration. (Watching episode after episode of Six Feet Under gets you thinking of such things.)