Let the rain come
and wash away the broken dreams,
the lost loves and shattered lives.
Let the water wash the muck,
the dirt and grime
of lonely nights and tired mornings.
Let it wash away the pain and sorrow,
clean the streets and the walls and rooftops,
run down like waterfalls,
clear away the guilt, the fear.
Let the rain come down like a hurricane,
wash the slate completely clean,
and we can run out and dance,
eyes open to the clouds,
let the raindrops wash our faces,
wash away the tears,
leaving smiles and shouts
of unbridled joy.