Rain On My Face

I'm as simple as a puppy
As light as a feather
And as clean as the rain on my face.

I've stored all my mistakes in a pack on my back.
I'll take them to the next place.
My self-doubt used to rest on my forehead
Just above the eyebrows,
But the rain has washed it all away
In that heavy summer rain that comes in great soaking drops

Were I not in the street I'd take my clothes off
To be naked in the rain
To wash my body with my soul
To dry off new
With the dew of summer still on my breast.