…..

Each time I see those thick dark clouds,

I used to smile and make a wish

That it will turn to rain.

Because I know that I would watch for you to play under the rain.

Seems that rainy day and you make a symphony.

The rain without you makes me blue

Happy days I knew will always be right here to stay

When the rainy day brings me back;

Brings me into your arms

(Mira Lesmana & Karimata, 1991)