The drizzle drip rain is not something I like
As it spritzes and blitzes on each man alike
And slowly but surely it wettens the clothes
Of every good fella who this morning rose
The gray in the sky where the sun used to sit
Is not a good color for blue’s the best fit
And if you expect me to walk in the rain
I’ll do it while sliding cars go hydroplane
As cloudy skies cover the stars and the moon
I hopefully wait for the rain to end soon