Her voice a song of sorrow,
as raindrops fell upon her face,
in the heart of the storm, she stood alone,
her pain too great to embrace.

But amidst the raging tempest,
she found a flicker of light,
and with a single flame of hope,
she set fire to the night.

The rain turned to a blaze,
and the skies lit up in flame,
the world around her burned,
as she watched without shame.

For in that fiery inferno,
she found a strength deep within,
in the echo of her voice,
a new beginning would begin.

So let the rain fall down,
for she is not afraid to be drenched,
For in the midst of the storm,
she loves that asphalt stench.

And as she sets fire to the rain,
we can hear her voice cry out,
for in every flame that rises,
there is the sound of triumph and of doubt.

But as the smoke clears away,
you'll see a woman brave and new,
ready to face the world again,
conquer every storm that's due.