I Am The Rain — Peter Doherty

I am the rain Held in disdain Lotions and potions just add to my fame The rime that in Spain Fall on the plain The truth is I'm ruthless I can't be contained.

I'm the rain

My friend the wind To breath he is twinned Blow high or low high Tornadoes to spin

My mother the cloud In widow's black shroud Gives birth to the earth Before fields can be plowed

Up in the sky, we've demand to supply I am necessity, base of the recipe

I am the rain

My cousin the snow Lays blankets below States that her flakes Are the threads to the soul

My rival the sun Who ripens the plum Is feared and revered He gives sight to the gun

Up in the sky, we've demand to supply I am necessity, base of the recipe

Up in the sky, we've demand to supply I am necessity, base of the recipe

I am the rain, am the rain

I am the rain, who's held in disdain The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained...