I am the rain, held in disdain
Lotions and potions just add to my fame
They rhyme that in Spain, I fall on the plain
Truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained
I am the rain

My friend the wind of breath he is twin
Blow high or low, high tornadoes to spin
My mother the cloud in widow's black shroud
Gives birth to the earth before fields can be ploughed

Up in the sky we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I, I'm the rain

My cousin the snow, lays blankets below
State that her flakes are the threads to be sewn
My rival the sun, he ripens the plum
He's feared and revered, he gives sight to the gun

Up in the sky we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
Up in the sky we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I, I'm the rain, I'm the rain

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh

I am the rain, who's held in disdain
The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained