Open your little door
Step out into the downpour
Listen to the sound your
Listen to the sound your
Soul makes
As if it's soul mates
With the ground
(The rain falls down)
The ground
(The rain falls down)
The summer rain
Has come again
The pavement sizzles
Like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems
Unlikely to be
On my cheek
For one fine evening
There's nobody else around
Absent has a powerful sound
Blades of grass are fine enough
To make a scalpel proud
Alka-Seltzer sizzle drizzle pelts the ground
I can't help myself but shout aloud
To tell the crowd that while they're out
I'm out of bounds
I could flee 'til my knees hurt
Feel the breeze in my t-shirt
But there's so many aesthetically pleasing things
Here to see first
The summer rain
Has come again
The pavement sizzles
Like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems
Unlikely to be
On my cheek
For one fine evening
Flowers bop, nod and rattle
Under fat drops of rain
As big as apples
And the street steams like a kettle
Singing
Each bead a little nettle
Stinging
My skin in a million different places
Precipitation amidst the vegetation
The British air is changing
And sitting under parked cars
There are kitties waiting
Watching me pace by
I stop and then say hi
The summer rain
Has come again
The pavement sizzles
Like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems
Unlikely to be
On my cheek
For one fine evening
Could never sing
But I sang, no?
Dionysius
Air rang
With the tang
Of a mango
Delicious
Living in a fictitious
Middle English mangrove
That's been kissed
With the liquid sunshine
That some find in Orlando
I hang under the jungle canopy
Catching an undiluted glimpse of clarity
Refracting through the prism
Imprisoning my sanity
For all the laws we're living in anarchy
Causing wars, it's giving me anemy
The rows of windows are frames
Inside a strange gallery
Of apathy
Inhabitants happily having tea
Warm water colours reality
Washes away the banality
The summer rain
Has come again
The pavement sizzles
Like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems
Unlikely to be
On my cheek
For one fine evening
My hair is getting wetter
The air is getting fresher
Before the storm
I'm sure I could barely bear the pressure
Ow
But it's getting better
Now
It was one of those horribly hot days
The barometer's ominous clock face
Was summoned Hieronymus Bosch paints
From Shropshire to Gloucester to Warwickshire
Forests of conifers congregate
Like choristers
And praise displays of flowers
As a florist does
Knowledge buds and blooms in the soil
Olives crushed, produced in an oil
To lubricate the mind
Illuminate and shine a human ray
Of light right through the rain
Tonight, it just might quite save a life
The summer rain
Has come again
The pavement sizzles
Like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems
Unlikely to be
On my cheek
For one fine evening
