I saw papa chase the rain, he stained as he bathed his agony.  he soaked bitterly , in the midst of willingness.

I saw papa weep with despair , his demons were weary , so he sunken in worries.
His clarity , his dignity for once would be restore. with pale bare foot , as he danced its a slithery odd night  .

Papa yelled In tears , as he scorned his honor , as  tapped in mounts out of  worries, as it  drizzled out the  rain, he cried!  “ sing me my little dance my little spate  ,as this wise-less age,  Send me a glory , pray me for truce.

I saw papa chase the rain.