(Verse 1) When the sky starts to weep, I feel the echo deep, In the rhythm of the storm, my heart begins to seep. Raindrops dance on my windowpane, like whispers in the night, Each one telling stories of a world out of sight. (Pre Chorus) And the clouds are painting pictures on a canvas made of grey, I find solace in the shadows as the daylight fades away. (Chorus) This is what raining feels like, falling through the night, Cleansing all the pain, but it’s never quite right. Every drop that...