The ground is like a giant sponge,
So greedy for the falling tears,
It has been raining for three days,
Such greed I haven’t seen in years!
Here and there, the puddles gather,
The weather's misty, the light is dim,
The streets are somber, out of people,
For the weather’s truly grim.
Lonesome dogs look for a shelter,
People spend more time indoors,
Maybe we all need this time...
To get new strengths, to reinforce.
If it wasn’t for this endless rain
Who would stop the daily race?
It’s not the best time of the year…
But a good time to slow the pace.
