(Boudleaux and Felice Bryant)

The sun is out, the sky is blue

There's not a cloud to spoil the view

But it's raining, raining in my heart



The weatherman says clear today

He doesn't know you've gone away

And it's raining, raining in my heart



Oh misery, misery

What's gonna become of me?



I tell my blues they mustn't show

But soon these tears are bound to flow

'Cos it's raining, raining in my heart



Oh misery, misery

What's gonna become of me?



The sun is out, the sky is blue

There's not a cloud to spoil the view

But it's raining, raining in my heart

Raining in my heart

Raining in my heart