I hear the raindrops.
I hear the thunder.
It's dark outside
It makes me wonder
"Is it coming back?
It can't be coming back.
We already survived that.
It can't be coming back."
Y'all hear that water?
coming down harder
Used to be peaceful
Even used to set a mood
Now when I hear that water,
I get the blues
Still thankful it ain't hit me
But I remember the news
Trina flirted with us
Rita was a tease
We thought the next one was a joke
But he just laughed at us.
Thought we could walk on water
He was drowning us
I didn't work for days
But others ain't have a home for months
Before that fucking storm,
I used to love the rain
But nowadays,
I see grey clouds and can't unsee the pain.
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