When it rains in the wild, if I shall ever see,

I imagine this is how it would be,

the sky looks like an old man’s beard,

and the ground is muddy and smeared



the trees look green and happy,

and the birds sit in their nests all chirpy,

the monkeys jump around and start to dance,

enchanted with the wild rain’s trance



the predators go back to their families,

the preys heave sighs of reliefs,

the lion king roars to tell,

that this is my rain, rest of you…go to hell