Written by Susan Cowsill and Vicki Peterson I don't think about us much anymore. Frankly, the topic has become a bore. And you don't come up much in my conversations. And I don't think about you on vacation. Oh, but when it rains. When it rains. When it rains. That's when I remember. (I remember) That's when I remember. (I remember) I remember you. (Oh, I remember you) I remember you. I don't think about you when I'm sleeping. Oh, it doesn't even cross my dream-like mind. (Oh) And I don't think I see your face through the curtain. Hell, I don't even miss you half the time. (Half the time) Oh, when it rains. When it rains. When it rains. That's when I remember. (I remember) Yeah, that's when I remember. (I remember) I remember you. (Oh, I remember you) I remember you. Rain, rain, go away. I'm doing fine as long as you stay locked up inside a cloud of grey. Rain, rain. Rain, rain, rain. Rain, rain. Rain. Rain! 'Cause when it rains. Yeah, when it rains. When it rains. That's when I remember. (I remember) Yeah, that's when I remember. (I remember) I remember you. (I remember) I remember you. (I remember you) That's when I remember. (I remember) The only time I remember. (I remember) I remember you. (Oh, I remember you) I remember you.