~Sunday morning rain is fallin~
I shifted slightly, causing the old wooden chair to creak loudly in response. "Ah shut up..." I whispered quietly. I set my elbows on the windowsill and rested my chin in my hands, looking out the window covered with droplets of water. The rain was falling steadily and loudly on this nice Sunday morning. It was nice. I loved rain, I wanted to go outside and sit in the backyard, but mum said no because I would catch a cold. So I longingly stared out the window, wishing I could sit on the damp grass, the feeling of my clothes sticking to my skin from the rain falling on me. I imagined it vividly, having done it before. I closed my eyes and imagined myself outside in the rain happily, never wanting to go inside. I opened my eyes and slid off the chair, causing it to creak again loudly. I walked barefoot silently downstairs to the back door. I quietly turned the handle and pushed open the door. I stepped out and was hit hard with the smell of wet grass and trees, I loved that smell. I wish u could have a candle of that smell. I shut the door and walked across the damp wooden patio to the grass. It tickled my feet slightly as I walked toward the middle of the backyard and sat down, spreading my white skirt out around me so my legs could touch the grass. My clothes quickly stuck to me as the rain poured down harder. Soon my long brown clung to the sides of my face. I looked into the forest and decided I would take a walk. I quickly wrote a note to my mother that I would be back soon. I jumped over the fence and ventured into the forest, singing quietly, honestly hoping I would never go back, and it never stopped raining.
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather, still together when it ends
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning, rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing, someday it'll bring me back to you.
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
Driving slow
It's flower in your hair
I'm a flower in your hair
