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| Rain © Copyright George Papavgeris, January 2002 Dusty summer's day, but in the sky cotton balls are gathering In and out between the clouds the sun like a drunk meandering Everybody's eyes are looking up like they are afraid All except the farmer who's been praying for the rain. Suddenly the heavens opens up and the rain's pouring down And the street's a river emptying in the drains underground It's as if a giant hose is sweeping all the dirt away Nature has decided for us, it's washing day today. All the people in the street now are looking glum Everybody hurries home, see how they all run Me, I open up my shirt, sit down on a bench I'm already wet, I might as well get drenched. Everything around looks spanking new, everything is glistening Every little thing now looks reborn, like it's had a christening See the birds and animals enjoy splashing in the rain Only city folk who left the real world complain. I can hear the frogs strike up a song in a little pond nearby I can hear the drumming on the roof of a car that's driving by I can hear the music on the bottles someone left outside And the music's filling my ears like a rising tide. Darker clouds are gathering above, and they look made of lead Suddenly a flash lights up the sky, there's a crash overhead Everyone has gone, the streets are empty and I'm all alone Everyone's lighting a fire, but I'm already home |
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