Dude, Why Stay In Here, When You Could Be Getting Rained On? Poem by Josef Erlebach

the sky is crying
we can all feel its pain
turns out the weather man was lying
clouds block out the morning light
a miserable sight
forever it will rain
the rivers are higher
and the puddles are deeper
no chance of a fire
for the wind is a creeper
and the mountain is getting progressively steeper
run off rolling down the side
washing away the old
riding down like a water slide
this fun is right as gold
going once, going twice, sold
close the lids of your eyes
pretend you smell the muggy air
as you loose your way at the fair
your sense of direction simply dies
I have something to admit
all day it has poured like hell
sadly enough, now this is legit
I do not know how to say
but i haven’t been outside all bloody day