It’s raining, it’s pouring and nobody cares
Rain drips through the ceiling and spits on my hair
I wouldn’t complain, but it’s getting me down
My face in the mirror could not help but frown
Rain drops, Rain drops
They fly thru the air then thy hit: Plip, Plip, Plop
Rain drops, Rain drops
Angels are crying, but you know they will stop
The wind ripped the curtains I just bought last week
I wanted to yell, but my attitude’s meek
To the basement below me, I said, “Dear, Oh My!”
The water was rising, oh yes it was high!

The thunder shook furniture all through the room
My misery heightened and so did my gloom
A shortage of power had shut off all light
But I have a candle and therefore have sight

The tension grew so much I could take no more
The scene was so horrid, I ran for the door
My eyes overtook me for there in the road
Were many fine people who held a pet toad!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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