It was one of those bad weather days
You know the stormy, flying monkey type
Where you end up chasing garbage cans
And watching the world wash down the pipe
The trees were whipping everywhere
Dropping branches, clipping wires
They were also downing hydro poles
Cutting power, starting fires
The rain ripped like small razors
The hail sandblasted exposed skin
The sewers swallowed slowly
They could not let the rain come in
My windows shook like aspic
Distorting all I saw outside
My house was all in darkness
Time to hunker for the ride
The clouds moved like a time delay
Three days compressed all into one
They circled and came back again
They blocked out all hope of sun
I thought of Margaret Hamilton
Flying above the world of Oz
It was just a random thought I had
Just an image, just because
My yard was now a shallow lake
The ground could not absorb the rain
It would break for a few minutes
Gather up and start again
Each storm it seems is harsher
Than the last one to come through
I have even thought that I should
Gather animals in pairs of two
At the end of every rain storm
I was taught to look and find
A rainbow in the distance
A light diffraction in my mind
I went to my front window
Looked and saw one in the sky
At the end there'd be a leprachaun
with gold a mile high
I watched the news that evening
saw the damage that was made
And at the end of my storms rainbow
They showed a PRIDE parade.
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 7:44 PM UTC
It was one of those bad weather days
You know the stormy, flying monkey type
Where you end up chasing garbage cans
And watching the world wash down the pipe
The trees were whipping everywhere
Dropping branches, clipping wires
They were also downing hydro poles
Cutting power, starting fires
The rain ripped like small razors
The hail sandblasted exposed skin
The sewers swallowed slowly
They could not let the rain come in
My windows shook like aspic
Distorting all I saw outside
My house was all in darkness
Time to hunker for the ride
The clouds moved like a time delay
Three days compressed all into one
They circled and came back again
They blocked out all hope of sun
I thought of Margaret Hamilton
Flying above the world of Oz
It was just a random thought I had
Just an image, just because
My yard was now a shallow lake
The ground could not absorb the rain
It would break for a few minutes
Gather up and start again
Each storm it seems is harsher
Than the last one to come through
I have even thought that I should
Gather animals in pairs of two
At the end of every rain storm
I was taught to look and find
A rainbow in the distance
A light diffraction in my mind
I went to my front window
Looked and saw one in the sky
At the end there'd be a leprachaun
with gold a mile high
I watched the news that evening
saw the damage that was made
And at the end of my storms rainbow
They showed a PRIDE parade.
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