[Chorus: Jill Scott]

The little rain drops fallin' down on me

But I can't seem to feel it, feel it

Feel it coming over me



[Will Smith]

The rain gon' come through the window, pain will come

Black, white, rich, poor, it's the same old drum

Rainy days like the war, use wisdom as a weapon

Hold your head up, dry your clothes and keep steppin'

Let the children feel the rain, 'cause if they feel the rain