Every Drop of Rain

I was just a young girl

A girl with curly hair

Your mother called me family

I became quite close to her

I handled all the money

Washed the clothes and made the meals

In the night she’d wake up screaming

So you children slept with me

They called us garage people

Where we lived there, you and me

When you’re poor — it’s like you’re naked

And every drop of rain you feel

When it rained we slept on boxes

There was water all around

But the people in the big house

Never bothered to find out

No clothes, no bed, no jewelry

Sometimes I had no shoes

A typhoon came — the house collapsed

And the neighbors passed us food

They called us garage people

Where we lived there, you and me

When you’re poor — it’s like you’re naked

And every drop of rain you feel

Every little tiny drop of rain you feel — every drop of rain

Every little tiny drop of rain you feel — every drop of rain

I handled our finances

I myself was never paid

My teachers paid a visit

I felt, felt so ashamed

But I had kept my dignity

Some things cannot be killed

I smiled and kept my head up

A Romualdez I was still

Every little tiny drop of rain you feel — every drop of rain

Every little tiny drop of rain you feel — every drop of rain