To be free is to be an eagle soaring through the clouds, To be free is to be unchallenged and respected, To be free is to be a tumbleweed rolling across the desert, To be free is to be a honored guest anywhere, To be free is to have no home but to roam...

When the rain pours down it is like a forbidden religion, When you hear the ratta-tat-tat of the rain drumming against your window, You wish you were out in it, jumping, running, and laughing, For when it rains, life is just around the corner.