Song Styles
And the sun it crept away, and the sky was turning grey, and the storm had barely started, but I knew just what she’d say…it’s always raining, why is it always raining? It washes all my dreams away. Why can’t the sun shine, for just a short time? Now that would really make my day. Well it got dark soon, so I took the last bus home. And on the empty street a girl stood all alone…
–Rock and Hyde, “It’s Always Raining”