As I think my dreams will come true there is something else comes along to crush my dreams, I feel the Georgia rain is falling down my face, as I thought that I was going to be ok I hear more bad news the rain gets harder I fall asleep to the Georgia rain coming down my face and coming down my window, the thunder rowers in the distance, I feel as if I was a lone horse caught in the Georgia rain with my head hung low as I stroll along the empty path. This lone horse tries to find sunshine in the distance but the sunshine is no were to be found as the Georgia rain gets harder this lone horse tries to find some shelter from the Georgia rain. Still this lone horse cant seam to get away from the rain.