I love the music of the morning
As rain drops beat out their rhythms
On my bedroom window panes.
I have heard that beat before
Under tin roofs, in faraway jungles,
Where lonesome young warriors,
Often have cried to that beat of that falling rain.
Now, that I am laying here
And I have no fears, no anger.
No worries about fears or tomorrows.
I have learned to love that rhythm of the rain.
I have learned to love you and I have learned to love me.
So, I am satisfied just sleeping here,
While listening to the falling rain and the longing for your heart.
I have learned to love both.
As if somehow, they were only one,
And not separate hearts.