Dm    Cadd9     Dm     Cadd9     Dm     Cadd9     G7     A

[Verse]
Dm         Cadd9 Dm     Cadd9  Dm        Cadd9           G7             A
I am the rain held in disdain, lotions and potions just add to my fame
Dm                      Cadd9   Dm          Cadd9
When I’m not in Spain, I fall on the plain
Dm                     Cadd9        G7         A
The truth is I’m ruthless I can’t be contained
Dm  Cadd9
I’m the rain
Dm            Cadd9             Dm                 Cadd9
My friend the wind, with breath he is twinned
Dm               Cadd9           G7            A
Blow high or low high tornadoes to spin
Dm                   Cadd9       Dm               Cadd9
My mother the cloud, in widows black shroud
Dm                    Cadd9              G7                 A
Gives birth to the earth before fields can be ploughed
Dm           A               Dm              A
Up in the sky we’ve demand to supply
Bb        Fmaj7  C
I am necessity, base of the recipe
Dm         Cadd9
I’m the rain
Dm                 Cadd9         Dm       Cadd9
My cousin the snow lays blankets below
Dm                  Cadd9                 G7              A
States that her flakes are just threads to be sewn
Dm             Cadd9     Dm        Cadd9
My rival the sun, it ripens the plum
Dm              Cadd9                   G7               A
Is feared and revealed it gives sight to the gun
Dm             A           Dm                     A
Up in the sky we’ve demands to supply
Bb         Fmaj7   C
I am necessity, base of the recipe
Dm            A                  Dm                 A
Up in the sky we’ve demands to supply
Bb       Fmaj7   C
I am necessity, base of the recipe
Dm Cadd9 Dm Cad99
I, I’m the rain, I’m the rain

[Instrumental]
(faster)
Dm    Cadd9 Dm Cadd9 Dm Cadd9    G7   A
Oh, oh, oh, oh….

[Outro]
(slower)
Dm       Cadd9         Dm         Cadd9
I am the rain, who’s held in disdain
Dm                       Cadd9       G7              A
The truth is I’m ruthless I can’t be contained