An evening after rain

Raindrops keep falling on my head.
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed.
Nothing seems to fit.
Those raindrops are falling on my head.
They keep falling.

Raindrops keep falling on my head.
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red.
Crying's not for me.
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining.
Because I'm free.
Nothing's worrying me.

*nite nite*