summer.rain.
my ode to this morning's 7ish AM shower on my way to work which produced a vision of dotted cloudy skies pierced by sunlight and a rainbow:
the summer rain, came pourin' down, from high in the sky
it lingered there, so cool and fair, to fall on world nigh
all morning long, i sang a song, and strolled on empty roads
just me, and the summer rain
like painted kites, those raindrops left and right, went flyin' by
the world was new, beneath a sun-streaked clouded sky
then softer than, a piper man, today which called to me
and i lost myself, to the summer rain
the autumn rain, and the winter rain, have come and gone
and still the days, those lonely days, go on and on
and guess who strums his rhythms, through nights that never fade
my fickle friend, the summer rain.
the summer rain, came pourin' down, from high in the sky
it lingered there, so cool and fair, to fall on world nigh
all morning long, i sang a song, and strolled on empty roads
just me, and the summer rain
like painted kites, those raindrops left and right, went flyin' by
the world was new, beneath a sun-streaked clouded sky
then softer than, a piper man, today which called to me
and i lost myself, to the summer rain
the autumn rain, and the winter rain, have come and gone
and still the days, those lonely days, go on and on
and guess who strums his rhythms, through nights that never fade
my fickle friend, the summer rain.