The Rain

Like droplets from the faucets of the shower It dropped down on our lands for hours The type that makes you want to cuddle Or stay indoors and hustle The sway of the breeze that accompanies it The cold makes you hunger for hot coffee You wish for it to stop so you can do your laundries Yet if falls and not in summaries You lay on your bed or watch tv Or you light a cigarette or better still weed You just don't know it's morning or evening All you know is you've just been Lazy You wish for the sun to rise again But deep down you know the storm might come again Now your coffee has made you warm and your weed has made you high And you say it's just the weather, then you smile