Do you remember when it would rain?
We would all go outside,
Excited to jump in puddles and
Run around like crazy, just to get soaked
Not caring for our clothes and hair?

Now we bolt inside as soon as we hear it,
The big boom that opens up the sky
It comes crashing down,
Creating huge puddles of terror
But it's just water

We are afraid to get hit by it
As if a single drop is a lightning bolt
We drink it and touch it all the time
So when it falls, why do we run?
So what if your hair frizzes or you get a little wet, it's not the end

Is it so bad to sit back and watch the rain?
Is it so bad to get wet?
Why can't we enjoy the rain like we used to?

-MMM