I can't fly planes today Because the clouds are too grey And once they fly They gain too much weight And decide to take a rest. But that's the best day, Because I can lay on Coco Who is fast asleep With her brown belly rambling As I lay to hear her heartbeat. Maybe it'll stop when the drops are all done And Mr. Thundercloud is gone.
But Ma says it's wrong To wish him away, Because Anger comes But it does not always stay. "Mr. Thundercloud will move on And when he's done The sun will show" As she wraps her arms around me And Kisses me on the head " How many rain drops are there? I think there's billions" As the windows collect Their estimates. "Yes, Billions..."
Maybe it's greater than that. Some days are especially bad But some are steady and slow Like a sad hurting pain Dripping with each thought. Millions of moments In less than one second.