Raindrops begin to fall; how pretty they are!
They look like drops of sparkling soda, stopping the town's yawning
I count three drops and catch the big ones on my forehead
The rain speaks to me
The fifth drop is surely a little bird's mini tiara
That's right, the seventh drop is the power line's pendant and chain
Eight drops on my eyelashes; the ninth dances on the leaves
I may have fallen in love; the tenth drop intrudes and I still don't know
Twenty, love
Though it's still faint
This dream is a watercolor painting
The brush that paints the rainbow
Is right here in my heart
Teardrops, don't fall; nobody has an umbrella
The rain gently washes away the footprints from a second before
Very soon, eighteen drops become polkadots, like jewels
With the twentieth drop, I wonder if I'll know if my love will continue
In a sudden flash
I want to give light
To this dream of mine
So the hands that will break up the rainclouds
Will come from my pockets
Twenty, love
Though it's still faint
This dream is a watercolor painting
The brush that paints the rainbow
Is right here in my heart
In a sudden flash
I want to give light
To this dream of mine
So the hands that will break up the rainclouds
Will come from my pockets