Summer rain storm
Soaks me to the bone.
Lying on concrete all alone,
under the overpass,
Cars blowing by,
I know they laugh.
I understand why.
But what they don't realize,
is that I'm laughing too.
I wouldn't trade this life,
because, I know.
I may be wet,
but I'm freer than you.
Give me a highway, a lonesome stretch of gray.
(Thanks for the line Bob)
And I'll be alright,
I'll find my way.
And if it rains, let it pour,
Let it wash my cares away,
I won't complain,
I love the rain.
Besides,
I probably needed a bath anyway.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
Summer rain storm
Soaks me to the bone.
Lying on concrete all alone,
under the overpass,
Cars blowing by,
I know they laugh.
I understand why.
But what they don't realize,
is that I'm laughing too.
I wouldn't trade this life,
because, I know.
I may be wet,
but I'm freer than you.
Give me a highway, a lonesome stretch of gray.
(Thanks for the line Bob)
And I'll be alright,
I'll find my way.
And if it rains, let it pour,
Let it wash my cares away,
I won't complain,
I love the rain.
Besides,
I probably needed a bath anyway.
In the bracket I'm referring to Bob Seger and a line from his song Even Now
from his album The Distance. Which has inspired several of my poems.
If your not familiar with his music I highly recommend giving him a listen.
His lyrics are excellent poetry.
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