Tierry - Chovendo Na Minha Bochecha Part. Jorge... -

The lyrics started to weave through the sound of the rain hitting the tin roof. “Não é chuva que tá caindo do céu...”

A stranger at the end of the bar nodded toward him, a silent gesture of solidarity among the heartbroken. "Heavy rain tonight, huh?" the stranger asked. Tierry - Chovendo na Minha Bochecha part. Jorge...

He signaled the waiter for another round. As the cold liquid hit the glass, a familiar melody drifted from the jukebox in the corner—that unmistakable swing of Tierry mixed with the soulful, gravelly depth of Jorge. It was "Chovendo na Minha Bochecha." The lyrics started to weave through the sound