On a Cloudy Rainy Day

ON A CLOUDY RAINY DAY By Roy Merritt When I was a very young child yes way back then I loved the sound of falling rain falling down on tin The tin upon the roof of our simple home The sound of the drenching rain instilling us with calm And so relaxed I’d be as the rolling thunder booms And echoes off the walls the dark clouds outside that loom And it makes one want to sleep and lazily there recline And wrapped up in comfort feel quite safe and soft sublime You care not of the poverty that defines this your life You care not of the endless toil the endless crushing strife You only think of the solace of being snug inside While outside the tempest roils and thunder clouds collide And lightning bolts they strike like jagged frightful swords The manifestation of the ancients and late conceived of lords No matter if the hordes of Mars or Saint Michael's Angel Klan Advanced against the wicked in defense of every man You lay back and slowly, slowly drift away And slumber there in comfort on a cloudy rainy day And slumber there in comfort on a cloudy rainy day