It was raining on us, like a cartoon,
just us, and it was hard to hide
when we got outside, as it dumped.
Yet still, no one noticed— which was nice—
when we were sitting
soaking wet in class.
Clear the little storm cloud from your head.
The world doesn’t work that way,
but as sure as water— vapor or droplet—
falls from the laws of physics,
the pilot of a helicopter
could park his firefighting *** right on top of us.
I couldn’t blame him, we burned like wildfire,
but I can still hate him for shouting,
“Told ya it wouldn’t work out!”
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 8:30 PM UTC
It was raining on us, like a cartoon,
just us, and it was hard to hide
when we got outside, as it dumped.
Yet still, no one noticed— which was nice—
when we were sitting
soaking wet in class.
Clear the little storm cloud from your head.
The world doesn’t work that way,
but as sure as water— vapor or droplet—
falls from the laws of physics,
the pilot of a helicopter
could park his firefighting *** right on top of us.
I couldn’t blame him, we burned like wildfire,
but I can still hate him for shouting,
“Told ya it wouldn’t work out!”
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