The Rain Picks Up And It Soaks Our Hair

I Move In Close, With My Hands On Her Waist
I Take It Slow, No Rush, No Haste
The Rain Slowly Falls And The Full Moon Shines
She Slides Her Arms Around My Neck, And Says “Your Mine”
…
The Rain Picks Up And It Soaks Our Hair
But Our Eyes Are Focused, We Have No Cares
I Whisper In Her Ear, “I Love You My Dear
“You Will Always Be Smiling, You Have No Use For Tears”