Bubbles of Colors

The rain comes down, it forms a mist


And it makes it look like the trees are cryin’

But I just know it’s heaven’s way

Of washin’ all of creation and it taps its toe

To the beat of the best nature sounds

So I stand with the drizzle drippin’ off my nose

And my hair gets all fuzzy, but I think it’s funny

So I end up laughing at the rows of umbrellas

Open and bobbing like bubbles of colors

Yeah, I end up laughing at bubbles of colors.