The leaves of brown came tumbling down,
remember, in September in the rain.
The sun went out just like a dying ember,
that September in the rain.
To every word of love, I heard you whisper,
the raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain.
Though spring is here to me it's still September,
that September in the rain.
In the rain.
In the rain.
It's still September in the rain.