THIS IS A CRY OF AN ABUSED WOMAN TRYING TO FEEL THE SOUND OF THE RAIN, SHE WAS DEPRIVED OF...SHE SAY'S IT'S HARD TO STAND FACE TO FACE IN THE PRESENTS OF RAIN WITHOUT TOUCH...IT'S HARD TO LIVE, DREAMING THE DREAM ALL YOUR LIFE, IN MEMORIES.... YOU CAN'T STOP THE SILENCE OF THE RAIN..TASTE SKIN TO SKIN BETWEEN THE RAGE OF THE DAWN..WHEN YOU FIND OUT TIME STOPS IN MEMORIES..