Your First Rain

When you remember me, 
And call my name, you’ll call my name, 
In your blooming spring, you’ll see, 
I’ll be the rain – your first rain. 
I’ll hear you calling out, 
But I won’t come, I won’t return. 
Do you hear the thunder shout? 
It’s just the rain, with you alone. 

 
I’ll be the first rain of a late, late spring, 
I’ll be the first drop that shatters your dreams, 
I’ll be the first rainbow outside your window pane, 
In the rain. Your first rain. Your first rain. 


You’ll watch the falling rain, 
But you won’t know, you’ll never know, 
That with each drop, I came, 
Knocking on your heart’s window. 
But you never opened wide, 
Your heart was dark, no flame inside. 
The rain on your window cried, 
And spring burned away as it died. 



And soon the spring will fade, 
Summer will go, autumn will go, 
Your winter will be displayed, 
And the first snow will fall below. 
You’ll be alone again, 
But now among the icy plains. 
And I’ll return to you then, 
As a snowy blizzard, your stormy friend. 



I’ll be the first rain of a late, late spring, 
I’ll be the first drop that shatters your dreams, 
I’ll be the first rainbow outside your window pane, 
In the rain. Your first rain. Your first rain. 


Your first rain, your first rain, 
I’ll always be your first rain.


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