~                        Its said that may is dry
                           As winter slowly dies
                Yet this evening opened up the sky
                  The wind blew in as rain fell slow
                        I think to myself perfection
   Listening to gentle drops on the awning just above me
       There is not another place that i would rather be
   I know i should be sleeping but i know that by the dawn
        The rain will have run away and it will all be gone
      So sit with me a while longer and share a gentle tear
  But before to long the rain has gone and it will be hot here