A dark cloud hovers over my head,
It won't cry unless I've pledged.
Till it weeps, I must bear the pain,
I wait for you, oh queen of the rain.

This thirst I have has grown for so long,
But to drink from the cup, I think it wrong.
I will wait for the rain and all it brings,
And only then will I merrily drink.

But someone has stolen the clouds from above me
And he wont give it back though I beg and plead!
But when I saw them so happy and merry with glee,
I started to wonder if I was glad or just free.

And there's one who has known, I know who is one,
As I wait in hope for the second sun,
That a soul without another dies,
Buried in mounds of helpless lies.

So reward me with the rain
For the years gone by and for those yet to come.
I'm yet to know true pain;
Reward me and all that's done.