It starts ,it continues,repeat repeat repeat,
Never knows when to stop,to stop,to stop,to stop,
Rain does that,it has a mind of its own,
No respect to creed or colour though,
It rains on us all,whoever we are,
Saw a mum walk past this morning in the rain,
Such a shame for her,she looked stressed,
Her little children weren’t to blame,they aren’t a pain,
Still,it’s a shame when we are rained on,
Some of my best days have been spent in the rain,
So memories of standing in a shallow cave on Towan beach,sheltering,
So shelter if you can,love yourself from the hailstones of life,
Get out there in the rain,it’s not really a pain.
Good day all.