When the rain starts, who will dry you Who will listen to your complaints Well, no one really knows about this way you feel But lately you wonder which of your many friends are real If you fell, who'd be coming over Yeah, who could you turn to then When the rain starts, who will dry you Who will listen to your complaints When the rain starts, who will delight you Who will listen to what you're saying And who do you care about enough to still be true If she no longer were of any use to you If she tumbled would you be waiting Yeah, who could she talk to then When the rain starts, who will dry you Who will listen to your complaints When the rain starts, who will delight you Who will listen to what you're saying Rain, rain, rain, rain When the rain starts, who will dry you Who will listen to your complaints When the rain starts, who will delight you Who will listen to what you're saying Rain, rain