And the queens are under their umbrellas
And the jokers are shaking in their skin
You can hear the thunder calling out to you
Whispering lies like an old friend

The dogs are whining at the rain
While the wolves are howling at the moon
The rain is nice in the summer time
But December is jealous of June

The Kings are looking under their crown
While it slips off their weary heads
And still the rain is coming down
Leaves me with a feeling filled with dread

Will the rain ever know
The people he's drowned before
And the floods help us reap what we sow
But it leaves us wanting more