Chuva... escuto-a na minha janela

Como eu adoro, amo, desde pequena, a cantora Madonna lembrei-me de uma música antiga que retrata o dia de hoje chuvoso e melancólico:

"Rain

Feel it on my finger tips Hear it on my window pane

Your love is coming down like

Rain

Wash away my sorrow

Take away my pain Your

love's coming down like

Rain

When your lips are burning mine

And you take the time to tell me how you feel

When you listen to my words

And I know you've heard

I know it's real

Rain is what the thunder brings

For the first time I can hear my heart sing

Call me fool but I know I'm not

I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top

Till I feel your

...

When you looked into my eyes

And you said goodbye

Could you see my tears

When I turned the other way

Did you hear me say

I'd wait for all the dark clouds bursting In a perfect sky

You promissed me when you said goodbye

That you'd return when the storm was done

And now I wait for the light

I wait for the sun till I feel your

...

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun

And I say

Never go away

...

Waiting for the hardest thing

It's strange I feel like I've known you before

I tell myself if I believe in you

And I want to understand you

In the dream of you

More and more

With all my heart and all my soul

When I'm with you

That by sheer force of will

I feel like a magical child

I will raise you from the ground

Everything strange

And without a sound you'll appear

Everything wild

And surrender to me

To love

...

Rain is what the thunder brings

For the first time

I can hear my heart sing

Call me a fool but I know I'm not

I'm gonna stand out here on the

Mountain top

Till I feel your

...

Rain

I feel it

It's coming

Your love's coming down like" (madonna.letras.terra.com.br)