I love when it rains,
The sound of the rain falling,
Is so relaxing.
Another Monday gone,
The evening will see it out,
Then Tuesday again.
As complex as simple is.
I love when it rains,
The sound of the rain falling,
Is so relaxing.
Another Monday gone,
The evening will see it out,
Then Tuesday again.
And time after time,
I tell myself, I’m lucky,
To be loving you.
Noone to talk with,
But I’m happy on the shelf,
Ain’t misbehaving.
Songs of long ago,
Drifting through the cool evening,
Those idyllic days.
Such a pleasant place,
In the centre of London,
Winter or Summer.

Springtime or autumn,
It has a restful beauty
If had some more time.
Sunday goes quickly,
Monday looms a night away,
Still got this evening.
Thinking about it,
Writing a book or something,
One page at a time.
It’s evening time,
On the train now speeding home,
Work finished for now.
I will soon be home,
Tea and biscuits and relax,
Things to do for sure.