• Its overcast outside,
    the sky is wrapped in a warm quilt.
    Its yet warm and rainy,
    and humid just a tilt.

    Plants come to life,
    so do I inside.
    I forget about my problems,
    and all the times I lied.

    I'm outside now,
    with hair sopping wet.
    I pray a little prayer,
    and with god, I know, my life is set.

    This peace, this joy,
    it flows within me and out.
    Dry inside, I sit at the window,
    Jesus is alive no doubt.