I like the sound of first rain,
It Knocks at my window again and again.
Like the candle's light in darkness,
The first rain is a relief in the summer evening.
It pats and pats like the happiness trying to drive my depression away
I like the sound of first rain,
It Knocks at my window again and again.
Like the candle's light in darkness,
The first rain is a relief in the summer evening.
It pats and pats like the happiness trying to drive my depression away