Guilty Raindrops
GUILTY RAINDROPS
Telling me again where I went wrong,
Just listen to the laughter of the falling rain -
When everyone knows now, in vain,
That it was the rain’s fault all along.
Rainfall, you're no friend of mine.
Where were you when she was storming out?
When I was pleading and trying not to shout?
For you and me now, it’s the end of the line.
You made silly puddles and watched as my girl left town
You just watched, and with all your power
You didn’t pelt, pour, or shower,
You didn’t even drizzle down.
Surely there was something you could have done?
If you’d poured from the sky
She wouldn't have left me, but you just didn't try:
But you didn't do nothing, you let her walk on.
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Written 8 April 2012
Entered in Black Eyed Susan’s Contest Blame It on the Rain
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
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