There’s no feeling quite like a cool summer rain.
It comes and it goes, gently erasing pain.
Those huge, sweet raindrops wash the tears from my face.
For a short while, my sad thoughts they replace.
For a time, it is as though I am a child.
Living with reckless abandon. I am wild.
So what if the rain soaks through all my clothing?
Who is there to hear me as I twirl and sing?
For a short time, the rain clears me of sorrow.
I don’t seem to care what happens tomorrow.
The rain brings me joy that my life has forgot.
It is a happiness that cannot be bought.
But just like the storm, the moment is fleeting.
Into myself, I’m already retreating.
I think to myself as the clouds start to wane
There’s no feeling quite like a cool summer rain
I love it up here.
The mountains are beautiful.
Please don’t make me leave.
When I’m up this high,
everything is different.
Life in the mountains
is vivid and brand new.
When I’m at the top
I almost touch the sky.
For once looking down,
is encouraged here so
you don’t miss the view
that is in front of you.
From here on out I
will always be looking
up and trying to
remember this feeling.
I feel so alive
and like I will conquer
what is thrown my way.
My perspective is fresh.
I’m a new person.
I’m on the top of the world.
My world is different.
Everything has changed.
I found myself here.
I’m never coming down.
Dreaming a dream, old as true.
American as red white and blue.
Work for the things we want in life.
And to someone be a loyal wife.
Buy a house with money we earn.
A place for us to always return.
Have jobs that we truly enjoy.
Welcome to the world a girl or boy.
(See what the future has in-store,
Maybe we will welcome a few more).
To fill our home with memories
To watch our children earn their degrees.
To grow old together and have care
From our children that were always there.
We’ll live our lives from day to day.
For us, happiness will always stay.