Singing.

Mother Nature has gone and done it again.
Its summertime and i can’t make hay because the now dark sky is pissing acid rain.
Mid July and i can’t go out.
I look through my clean window and can’t see any soul about.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Or maybe it will be more bloody wetter.
Mother nature does what she wants.
At least with this rain it gets rid of those skin biting pesky ants.
I start singing I’m singing in the rain.
Well it helps to diminish my rainy sad pain.