The Rain Came

Oh the colors of the night and the rain how it came.
Now it's gone but its damage and its victory still remain.
Oh the colors of the the water as it clings to all the leaves.
And the light inside the drops it glistens like a diamond of the queen.
Oh who am I to wonder why this diamond shines her light on me?
And who are you to tell a man he can't live in a dream?