Mother Nature knew I needed a car wash.
She gave me a car wash.

Her rains cleared the film of pollen and dust from my eyes and the pitter patter of Her rain on my roof lolled me to sleep.

It's been

two weeks and I'm still sober.
Two weeks of unwilling sleep,
yet two weeks of waking up not wishing to sleep more.

This is a battle I've fought before,
a battle I know I can win,
a battle I know I can lose.

But it's been two weeks
and She rewards me with rain.

I walked the bases loaded but Mother Nature, my pitching coach, visited the mound and told me to have fun, this is baseball remember?
The bases are still loaded and still there are no outs, but I've got two strikes on this batter and my catcher can block my curve in the dirt.