The roads are covered with drain
How would one take pleasure in you, dear rain?
Everyone's exasperated by you; can't you see?
I presume:
They're afraid of being late
But you're the faultless pretext to be made
Sometimes flood, sometimes drought
You're a perilous proffer to be brought.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
The roads are covered with drain
How would one take pleasure in you, dear rain?
Everyone's exasperated by you; can't you see?
I presume:
They're afraid of being late
But you're the faultless pretext to be made
Sometimes flood, sometimes drought
You're a perilous proffer to be brought.
