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How can I improve this?
Soon it is going to rain
There are grey clouds in the sky
I'm thinking about the pleasure I'd gain
If I moved to a place where it's sunny all day,
I'm packing bags and boxes; I'm leaving today.
I like to drive on dirt roads in my vintage Ford
The view of the greenery is simply fine scenery,
But my home isn't here anymore
It's now a place where I used to live before
I'm unable to say goodbye; the image blurs as I cry.
I set up camp in the desert outside of LA
For it never rains there,
But I've come to understand, it's a dry wasteland
Nothing but hot sun, dust and sand.
Some claim it's great in California
But I still think of good Georgia,
I want to return to the East Coast
To the place I lived before and love the most
So I'm going back to where I belong
Where I should have stayed all along.
It doesn't rain every afternoon
It only seems so in my mind,
A clear blue sky is what I see,
The sun is shining down on me,
The weather-forecast is storm free.
I also see the cornfields and the grass
As I drive past on this familiar dirt road
That leads to my beloved abode,
My home is in a forest of pine
I am grateful that it is mine.
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