Listen to the raindrops
Tapping on the floor
Cleaning all the daydreams
Whose visions we’ve ignored
Thoughts without the fabric
To make them come to be
Memories of wishes
We’ll never come to see
Cleansed with lots of hoping
And dressed by skies of blue
While buried in a cloud base
That sweeps away our view
The magic of their patter
That hides within the rain
Are all the secret moments
In life we can’t explain
But still we hear them knocking
While dancing on the floor
The sound of things erasing
To which we’ll say no more.