The rain falls all the day.
And here I am in my threadbare coat, wishing hard for shelter and a big lot of warmth. Wishing don’t warm the bones, though. I need a warm place to be. At least for tonight.
I walk under awnings.
I step careful over puddles.
The rain falls.
And I’m wet all over.
But if I could just find a warm place, I’ll be lots of fine.
The rain…it will all stop tomorrow.
And the sun…Mm-mm. Will she ever shine!