Rain Down On Me

Showers of sadness flood my soul

In the dryness of my pain
I watch for the rainbow
When my heart turns gray
As I long for yesterday
I know that I need you
In the time that I stray
So I'll follow like night after day

I need you to rain down on me please pour down your light
For this is my life-line
I need you to rain down on me
The weather is fine when you rain on me
The weather is fine when you rain on me

The power of gladness takes control
When it's streaming from Your face
You vanish my sorrow
You wash it away
Like the sunlight in the rain
I know that I need You
In the time that I stray
So I'll follow like night after day

I need you to rain down on me please pour down your light
For this is my life-line
I need you to rain down on me
The weather is fine when you rain on me
The weather is fine when you rain on me

Holy water falls as I lift my eyes
From my own fate
Then heaven flows straight through my
heart as it carries your embrace

I need you to rain down on me please pour down your light
For this is my life-line
I need you to rain down on me
The weather is fine when you rain on me
The weather is fine when you rain on me

The weather is fine when you rain on me

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Michelle L. Tumes / Tony Miracle

Rain Down on Me lyrics © Capitol Christian Music Group, Capitol CMG Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

I Understood What She Said

When I was in high school in my Junior year,
I visited a church where a specific teenager gave her testimony.

It was a Sunday evening and I went with a girl named Ruthie,

Who was a year older than me; I don't remember why she invited me.

I wish I knew the (then) girl's name, but she had long, layered dark hair and I think blue eyes.

I remember this girl had gone through addiction, though she was still in high school - 

If I remember correctly, it was both drug and alcohol addition - 

And I remember how though she regretted it, she said she wouldn't change it for the world.

At the time, I immediately connected with what she said.

It was paradoxical at best, and contradictory to most,

And I couldn't adequately explain it to my mother, 

Who looked at me like she didn't understand.

I wish I remembered her name - but she was correct.

You don't have to wish what happened to yourself to have happened,

But you can still be thankful to where it led. 

For her it led to the podium that night, speaking about how God had redeemed her.