Y'All Gettin Rain

I heard that there was rain over your way... a downpour. Cats and dogs tumbling from the sky, dropping into pools of blood onto the pavement just beneath your window--- the likes of which, never been seen round your parts! Grandma says that when it rains like that, "Gawd's workin". And we must sit still and quiet, til He's done. We gotta know that the Thunder's His voice---Lightenin's His will. The Rain...it's His Equalizer. For, wet cats and dogs smell the same. So, I called cause I heard of your worry. And because I know that you could never stand the sight of blood. But, truly, I don't understand all of the concern. It rains like that all the time here in Harlem.