I stand on the cliff path
Overlooking Smugglers Bay
I see the setting sun
Reflected in the waves
If I half close my eyes
I’m back down on that beach
When everything I wanted
Seemed within my reach

After skinny dipping we
Lay there on the sand
Shared our life stories,
Had the same favourite band
That was a great day when
The salt dried in our hair

Think I can smell
Rain in the wind
Rain Rain Rain
Rain in the wind.

We pooled our resources,
Decided we would share
Everything we had, started
Living our dreams large
We took off to Belgium
And bought a Dutch Barge
Sailed it to Haarlem where
We lived for seven years
Opened a piano bar
Selling Belgian beers

Think I can smell
Rain in the wind
Rain Rain Rain
Rain in the wind.

Was it cocaine Johnny
Was it Captain Jack
One those two devils
Opened up a crack
You fell in with
Both of those guys
Something had died
Behind your eyes

Think I can smell
Rain in the wind
Rain Rain Rain
Rain in the wind.

Like the dried up taste
Of dust from the plain
That advance warning
Of impending pain
This is where the start
Of the end begins
When you can smell
Rain in the wind

Rain Rain Rain
Rain in the wind.
Rain Rain Rain
Rain in the wind.

Think I can smell
Rain in the wind….

Harry Rogers, In Harriboy’s Hut, May 2016, revised May 2021.