The Rain, the Park, the One I Love Again

The pattern of a rainy day is forming once again The pitter-patter on the way is welcome in the glen A ’57 Chevrolet is something like a home A refuge in the wilderness of metal, rust, and chrome My love and I are happy when the sky is dark and grey We bid our home a brief goodbye to fly along the way The rain is gently falling as we hear the thunder crack Our favorite tree is calling with a cheerful welcome back So joyfully we cuddle in the sight of those who flee We pounce on every puddle in the pride of victory The panic of the parking lot is not the life for me A manic way of living in the land of liberty The heavy rain is crashing down like waves upon a boat My fervent wish in splashing now is learning how to float Some thunderbolts are flashing still but softer than before I think the storm is passing by the will to linger more So pleasing is a cloudy way of cheating skies of blue The easing of a sunny day is beating flies on you The wonder of a thunderclap to cap a day of fun Is how you trap a purple sky to magnify the sun.