Foul Weather

People scramble to run in doors When the rain starts to pour down; I splash my feet in the middle of the street Like a demented dancing clown. People sit in their church and pray Asking for a better day; I skip on by and wonder why They waste their time that way. The world is beautiful and wonderful if You allow yourself to see it that way; I think it’s a curse to look at the worse And live your life afraid. Praying to God, it might help But I think helping each other is better; And to do that, you know it’s a fact You have to get out in foul weather.