Taking Pictures In the Rain

Would I look insane If I took pictures in the rain? My face would be…sponging wet My camera would be slippery I bet Would I be in danger If I took photos of a passerby and a stranger? My reputation would probably be out of shape My own skin would turn a odd shade…just like the clouds—covered by a foggy cape It would be a whole new adventure If I drive that damp road of cement…what would occur? My uncertainty leads to a mysterious freeway…we are all along for the ride We’ll still be together like some married couple—well, I’ll always stay by their side Would we be in danger If I took photos of this horrifying recollection? Will it drive my dad to anger? My safety is hanging on its last seat belt; I’ll never forget this risky exploration Would I be the one to blame If I took pictures of the rain’s appalling flame? My face is showered with bogging rain and blurred fog My curiosity increases the rainstorm and I flash the driver to create a direction’s clog