Rain is sometimes a she
She trickles down my shoulders
She looks at me in a beautiful way
But people don’t like her
So, she cries and cries
And her tears coming down from heaven.
Rain is sometimes a he the growls at us
And then he talk and
Troubles us
And his tiny friend comes down
And it’s coming really hardly
If it’s a he or a she
They are a trouble
When we want to play
So he or she
They are a trouble
When we want to play
So he or she stops
Because I want to play
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
Rain is sometimes a she
She trickles down my shoulders
She looks at me in a beautiful way
But people don’t like her
So, she cries and cries
And her tears coming down from heaven.
Rain is sometimes a he the growls at us
And then he talk and
Troubles us
And his tiny friend comes down
And it’s coming really hardly
If it’s a he or a she
They are a trouble
When we want to play
So he or she
They are a trouble
When we want to play
So he or she stops
Because I want to play