Coming Down

I grew up in a small town Where days were lost but i was found And then one day I heard a sound The sound of thunder pierced through the clouds It was coming down The night had passed And it was cold The smell of rain drenched my coat The thunder rollin The sky was black I was strollin Rain on my back It was coming down Cold and wet like a stray dog Lookin for its owner waiting for its call I keep on strollin the sky is black Thunder rollin rain on my back It was coming down It was coming down