When I hear pitter-patter, the rain on the window,

reminds of her.

When I hear pitter-patter, the rain on the window.



It was raining hard,

the trees looked bare the night I met her.

She was wet, her hands were cold,

the wind blew through her hair.



Though I'd known her quite a long time,

we were just good friends.

So it didn't seem so strange

inviting her back home.



We sat by the fire.

The flames brought out something in her.

Melting all the cold,

projecting warmth I never knew.



As the rain beat on my window,

did she understand

that in the glow of dying embers,

everything was planned?



Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter

pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter

pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter

pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter



We made love later on that night

while the rain beat on my window.

I can't forget the things that happened

while the rain beat down on my window.



Next time I saw her

I knew she didn't want to know me.

If I disappointed her,

I think she should have told me.



Can't she understand

I only tried to be a man?

She made me feel so ashamed

of everything I am.



When I hear pitter-patter,

the rain on the window,

reminds of her