| Night Rain |
| Drained by day�s strain I wait till the right time and drink what�s mine. Rain sparkling in the night rain. That�s when the moon cries and we feel fresh vibes, needed by tribes to keep them alive, the night rain. Can the rain cry too hard? People complain as it wakes up their kid�s throughout the night�s chain. Night rain bounces off my shoulder and embraces my lips; it feels my hips as I leave rain tips to where I�ve been with drips. Slippery night rain is hard to retain with a man that has love for you flowing in his veins like the rivers Rain my night, night my rain Your body can maintain Jamaica night moon waterfall night rain. Love is intense and insane but you don�t want to refrain as the rain baptizes you with earth�s blessings in the night with the right rain. Bright, starlight, glistening, night rain that sits on your window visiting, listening, and taking your fears from your tears away back to earth for years and years. Night rain kisses the roses in Spain and it lavishes the plains Rain my night, Night my rain it all dies When the sun tries to arise. Written by: Roberta M. Rosa RoRo Productions �2001. �Still holdin it down.� |
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