Rain

If rain were a creature of shapeless form The taxman would tax some of the jets That he would regard as beyond the norm But the tax receipt the rain doesn’t get It’s a conflict of law and water tycoon Who irresponsibly floods the land This affects the climate on Earth and soon There’ll be more sea and less of sand By hearing this issues, the rain goes “ What?” “Who do they think they are, judging me? I’m closing my tabs, so you fools will get hot Till you kneel and pray for my new jets to see.“