Pray When It Rains - Veronica Ballestrini

I was three years old, at the side of my bed

learned to fold my hands and bow my head

when Mama said «you know, he’s always listening»

no matter what kind of trouble we’ll find ain’t nothing too big

he’s always got the time to fix it, yeah, that’s his business

It might be hard to see for such a little girl, things can get a little scary

in this big old world

When the sky is dark, and the clouds roll in

kicking up dust like a Texas wind, and everything begins to change

you may not pray when it’s sunny, but you’ll pray when it rains

When I turned seventeen, and I learned how to run on the back of a Harley

soaking up the sun, holding on to someone who never really loved me

and a bolt of lightning lit up the sky

and the sound of thunder shot through the night

and before I knew it, the storm was upon me

When the sky is dark, and the clouds roll in

kicking up dust like a Texas wind, and everything begins to change

you may not pray when it’s sunny, but you’ll pray when it rains

Lord forgive me, for making such a mess out of my life

and waiting far too long to send this prayer up tonight

thanks for Mama’s words of wisdom, for what it’s worth

they were lost but not forgotten

I still remember every word

When the sky is dark, and the clouds roll in

kicking up dust like a Texas wind, and everything begins to change

you may not pray when it’s sunny, but you’ll pray when it rains

You may not pray when it’s sunny, but you’ll pray when it rains

Pray when it rains

When the sky gets dark, you’ll pray when it rains

You’ll pray when it rains