I looked up at the drenching sky
And yelled, “Not rain again!”
Then lightning bolts
Formed the shape of sunglasses
As a voice of thunder roared,
“Deal with it.”
marvels of mediocrity
I looked up at the drenching sky
And yelled, “Not rain again!”
Then lightning bolts
Formed the shape of sunglasses
As a voice of thunder roared,
“Deal with it.”