It's raining

It’s raining cats and dogs,
and it's getting really cold,
I’m feeling a little lonely,
drinking a little alcohol.

I would like to soak my sorrows
in that rain that I can see,
that rain that wants to enter,
to enter inside of me.

But it’s raining cats and dogs
and my eyes become clouds,
and my cheeks become mountains
because I’m feeling alone.

My book has gotten wet,
my living room seems a river,
my bedroom became to a lake,
and my arms became drivers.

It’s raining cats and dogs,
and I feel really strong.
Now, I would like to dry my life.
Because I am feeling alive.