For rinsing my heart
below the bawling sky
What wonderful
weather for fear,
For finding
companions for each lonesome tear
And this is no
poetic rain
No sweet summer
misting or great flash of pain
No thunder and
lightening or roses and dew
But if you know
sorrow, this rain is for you
It's such a great
day to feel bad
To go break her
heart and then watch her get mad
What perfect setting
for a fight,
To watch all of his
pent up anger ignite
Imagine this weather
with shame,
With "I didn't
start it!" and passing the blame
And if I were to
walk away
I'd certainly do it
some day like today.
But what awful
weather for joy!
For "here, give
a couple bucks to the poor boy"
It's such a good day
for a cry
But I pray that soon
we'll find a clearer sky
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