Raining on Sunday
Keith Urban
It never lets up on you
Who said life was easy
It'll run us 'til we're ragged
It'll harden our hearts
And love could use a day of rest
Before we both start falling apart
He was finally home after days of quick hellos and goodbyes; days of constant interruptions from his ringing cell phone calling him away for business he was home, finally home. He shook out of his wet jacket, throwing it over the chair and headed up to his bedroom, praying that he would find her home and in bed. As he entered the room, lightening lit up the room illuminating her silhouette in the bed. A smile spread across his lips as he shed his clothes and joined her in bed.
Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all
afternoon
Baby whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we got better things that we
could do
When it's raining on Sunday
He snuggled up
behind her his body fitting perfectly into hers. He buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply letting all
the stress, and exhaustion of the last few days melt away. She was always his salvation, his true north
and she was his, all his.
As a loud crash
of thunder hit she began to stir feeling his warm body against hers. A low purr escaped her lips as she turned
around to face him still wrapped tightly in his arms. She smiled as she ran her finger along his cheek. “Is it over?” she asked. “Yeah Sorrel is dead, our family is
safe,” he replied.
Searching his
eyes “We can bring the kids home?” she asked. “I thought we could fly down to the
island and get them, maybe spend a few days on the island and relax” he
said smiling. “That sounds
perfect!” she replied.
He tenderly
tucked a stray hair behind her ear and began tracing her lips with his finger “But
first I just want to spend the next few days in bed with my wife.” Nothing would make her happier, “I
love you Jase.” “ I love you to Carly.” He leaned down and captured her lips
tenderly. He kissed her slowly and
deeply letting her warmth and love fill him up. The rain pounded against the windows and the thunder rolled but
nothing matter but the fact that Jason and Carly were together and together
they could always shut the rest of the world out.
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all
afternoon
Can take care of itself
'Cause we got better things that we
could do
When it's raining on Sunday
When it's raining on Sunday
Let it rain