Con Lluvia De Mi In my dreams and my fever, I was imagining you as the color of the moon and the smell of the flowers. I was combing your hair with my fingers. I was caressing you. You were sleeping on my chest. As you were waking up, I discover a mole on the middle of your back. It was so exciting I caress your hair again. With all my selfishness I start raining you With Rain From Me.