Walk in the rain.

If ever there were a morning to claim,

It would be this one.

The sun rises and in its glory, it shines.

While the ocean ripples the sand beneath slips.

Birds take flight into the blue open sky,

As we walk this morning, you and I.

We walk beneath the tearful sky.

In the rain, we walk.

If a morning ever breathed.

It's this one, with a refreshing sigh.

The morning we walk.

With each step, we exist.

This is the morning, clear and quiet.

The one where we walk in the rain.