The rain is pouring down
The wind is blowing, oh so wet.
Rain it tumbles heavily, I trust I shall not drown.
The sun shone bright on sunday, lest we shall not forget.
Wednesday morning's dripping.
As rain doth wholly fall.
Wish I were still kipping.
As snails and slugs both have a ball.
Sat on the bus looking through misted windows.
So pleased that I'm aboard.
No raindrops on my pretty nose.
Thank the lord.
Onwards and upwards off we go.
It's summer they say, glad it's not snow.
(c)LIVVI