a parody version I made of Who'll Stop the Rain

Long as I remember
The sun's been beating down
Dust and dirt a-blowing
Fire spreading on the ground

Good men through the ages
Trying to chase the storm
And I wonder, still I wonder
Who'll start the rain

I went down Amarillo
Seeking shelter from the sun
Caught up in a hailstorm
And frowns from everyone

News man on the TV
Says here it comes again
But I wonder still I wonder
Who'll start the rain

Heard the thunder rollin
And how we wished for more
To see the rain a pouring
Down on everyone

Still the clouds they vanished
The sun was blinding me
And I wonder still I wonder
Who'll start the rain

O God - how my thoughts trouble me!
And how my fears they worry me!
I alone have become my greatest enemy
And have put myself into a position
Where darkness rises over me!
But you, O Lord are my light
You are the anchor
Which keeps me from drowning
Your arms are the arms that hold me
And your voice is the voice of no other
Under your wings, am I protected
From the foe that to evil delivers me
Thi You have shown your mercy
Over this troubled soul
And to no other shall I sing my praise!

These were the days
Through the misted mid regions of Spain
During the autumn fair,
In perhaps my most hindered year.

I still remained vulnerable to life and what it had to instruct
Though had I been aware of the vast surroundings
Which shrouded my capable nature.

Al hope had been restored
My heart volcanic
My conscience, there
Through the Autumn air.

Our talks, they were distant,
And cater cousins we,
Who held solemn belief
In things, that most would turn their gaze.

"In she," said I.

"I find myself so terribly lost.

I tell you, if the sun shall rise no longer,
The rivers dry and embedded,
I shall find myself wanting to be lost once more.

And all men who gaze upon her majestic, and harbored nature
Shall gaze upon the very face of the Heavens."

The only problem with a closing door is the possibility of something falling between it, unable to be closed, and the chance of it being opened again.

What I did is mixed superstition from all over the world and put it into one humoured poem.


I have always had a thing for Luck.
I try to walk under one or two ladders
A day, if possible.
It's been rather lonely since my shadow
Stopped coming around.
I used to see him once a day or so.
My reflection has started giving me
The silent treatment
After I broke his heart.
I hear the city is repaving
The sidewalk cracks
My mother will be so relieved!
The black alley cat
Found his way back home,
So I am alone.
Except for my thirteen friends
Who only visit me on a Friday night.
I'm a little upset though
Because one of them spilled the pepper
And The bread I was fixing to eat
Fell on the floor upside down.
Nothing is going my way,
I've lost my keys
I could have sworn they were on the table.
My German friend is great
He never fails to wish me a happy birthday
Although it is still a few months away.
Yes sir, life is funny sometimes.
Lucky me!

We are not thieves, or murderers.
We may be treated like animals
But we will not become animals.
Every day of freedom,
Is an act of faith
We have all chosen this-
To live here free as long as we can.
And if we should die, trying to live,
Then at least we die
Like human beings.
And our best revenge, is to survive.

I'm nobody.
A face in the crowd.
A *** in a box cart.
A friend to some,
And an enemy to others.
A razor, if you stand too close to me.
I'm dirt blowing in the wind.
A ***** on prom night.
I'm nobody.