There is a time in my pass memory of joyingly singing in the rain,
My girl was with me as we kissed romantically as we made our claim.
She was mine, I was hers, and there wasn’t anything anyone could say,
Our relationship lasted into adulthood until sickness claimed her day.
It was raining cats and dogs as I was introducing her to my city life,
But deep inside of me I always knew she would someday be my wife.
I leaned her by an old mesquite tree and I smacked her a wet kiss,
And sometimes I pass by there and I remember knowing her I still miss.
Her birthday would have taken place on July 29th, and I miss her still,
The tears continue to flow and the flood dampens my eternal will.
“Happy birthday darling”, a kiss I blew into the wind as my love is forever,
As it continues to spin like a slot machine waiting for you to pull the lever.
A celebration inside of me will mark a second time of memories of pain,
And the tree where I smacked that wet kiss will receive my tears of rain.
My song of singing in the rain will reach the heavens to announce my love,
As you look down at me and my stare will see you at the heavens gate above.
I can still see you my love.