Down it pours, the flowing rain,
As the traffic slowly crawls,
On we go but barely move,
And the rain more quickly falls,
Drivers afraid, more caution now,
They hope there'll be no pain,
Nothing lasts and never ends,
Like rush hour in the rain.
A river flows, around our tires,
Like the flood that we once knew,
We inch along and hope it ends,
And we'll all make it through,
For slick in spots, the rain becomes,
And our breaks might be in vain,
Nothing lasts and never ends,
Like rush hour in the rain.
The sky is dark, the lightning flash,
Lights up the flowing road,
The thunder crashes all around,
But not near to explode,
The storm is rages ever on,
And the traffic slows again,
Nothing lasts and never ends,
Like rush hour in the rain.
~By Ken Kennedy, May 31, 2014