I don't need your umbrella That's okay, I like the rain While everyone else complains I learned a lot from Gene Kelly When it pours, it makes me sing
Not long ago I misjudged it I thought only smiles would do Slowly drenched in drizzle No rubber boots, no parasol Without the rise and fall
I feel my roots digging in to the soil I feel the truth is a friend of the toil
I'll dance around the lamppost With my ghosts, I'll take them on The streets return an echo Snuggled deep in their snail shells Just as well, it's alright to hide
I feel my roots digging in to the soil I feel the truth is a friend of the toil
Sometimes grief can look like fear No storm can last forever I don't need your umbrella That's okay, I like the rain