Poured Out From the Skies
When one looks out on their day
the first thing that comes to mind
is what the weather is for us this day
nine times out of ten none can find
The one forecast we all don't want
a four-letter word called simply rain
maybe those in hot lands can take it
but the rest of us feel it a real pain
Living in a wet climate here like I do
if in Scotland just had a bit more sun
but then we'd complain it was too much
never mind pouring it down like fun
Poured out from the skies
these clouds just burst alive
pure clear waterfalls on me
for how long? I'll give it five!
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