Woke up one morning half asleep. With all my blankets in a heap. And yellow roses scattered all around. The time was still approaching. For I couldn't stand it anymore. Some marigolds upon my eiderdown. I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain. Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow. I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain. Feel the power of the rain keeping me good. So I lay upon my side. With all the windows open wide. Couldn't pressurize my head from speaking. Hoping not to make a sound. I pushed my bed into the grounds. In time to catch the sight that I was seeking. I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain. Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow. I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain. Feel the power of the rain keeping me good. If this perfect pleasure has to be. Then this is paradise to me. If my pillow's getting wet. I can't see that it matters much to me. I heard the flowers in the trees. Make conversation with the trees. Relieved to leave reality behind me. With my commitments in a mess. My sleep is not a way of rest. In a world of fantasy you'll find me. I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain. Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow. I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain. Feel the power of the rain keeping me good. Watching flowers in the rain. Flower in the rain. Power flowers in the rain. Flower power in the rain