Sitting in my car watching the drops fly down

I wonder where my umbrella is

I put my hands over my head so my hair stays curled

I rush inside so to not get my clothes wet

 

Funny how life is like rain

It’s happening whether you want it to or not

You never know when it’s going to stop

Whether it will be a sprinkle or a downpour

 

Will you rush through it

Or will you stop and play?