summer rain

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 soulmates

with the ground

the rain falls down

the ground

the rain falls down

to the floor

the summer rain has come again

the pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade

oh

and the sunlight seems unlikely

to be on my cheeks for one fine evening

there's nobody else around

absence 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 till 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 cheeks for one fine evening

flowers bob

nod and rattle

under fat drops of rain big as apples

and the street steams like a kettle

singing

each bead a little a 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 cheeks for one fine evening

could never sing

but i sang though; dionysus

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 anomy

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 cheeks 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 out

but it's getting better now

it was one of those horribly hot days

the barometer's ominous clock face

was something 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 producing 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 cheeks for one fine evening