Youre so much like the rain,
Blooming the Spring sunflowers,
and irises of my love,
Our roses for the doves,

Youre so much like rain,
All the lakes,
would bet their stars and gardens,
For your Beauty and love,

Youre so much like the rain,
Your soul gets wet,
With evening and midnight warmths,
Your love gets sultry,
As the cabaret sunsets,

Pretty lady,
Youre so much like the rain,
Pretty lady,
Come like honey,
And soothe all the pain,
And our love,
With the Sun, moon, and stars,
Shall gift us with gardens,
With exquisite,
and,
sweet, sweet flowers
Reynaldo Casison