The break of dawn takes me to look forward for its way,
Where the gleaming clouds have turned themselves into hay.
Waiting for that dried mud to turn up into clay,
All I am waiting for, is a rainy day.
The sizzling chirp of the leaves chooses me to play,
For it does know that I am looking forward to a way.
Now I am singing what I used to pray,
All I am waiting for, is a rainy day.
When the sky changes it’s color into grey,
Nothing but my heart just wishes to slay.
Tell me not it shall continue, how it did in May,
Because all I am waiting for, is a rainy day.