B E B E R E

Only love can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers laying in the fields

Love, reign o'er me
Love, reign o'er me
Rain on me, rain on me

On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool, cool rain
I can't sleep and I lay and I think
The nights are hot and black as ink
Ooh, O God, I need a drink of cool, cool rain

Love can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high

Love, reign o'er me
Rain it over me, over me, over me, whoa
Love, reign o'er me
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, on me
Love

-the Who

Love is indeed reigning over us, at long last: a heavy, drenching, steady storm complete with thunder and lightning. (Sigh, a breeze in my room, now, too, for the first time in at least a couple weeks.) I hope this helps lift the oppression that's been over us for so long; would love to be able to sleep a full night, breathe again, think clearly again.

Off to bed, now. 'Night.