If I compared you to a summer's day,
It would have to be one in the rain.
Rain, rain, rain, pounding hard all day.
Like one of those storms at the end of May.
Never letting up, but never bringing down,
The mood of this small, dank town.
Oh, the little birdies may not fly,
And all the animals seek to hide.
I decide to come out and play,
'Fore the rain is my dream summer's day.
Summer would just not be the same,
Without my favorite man-of-rain.
It would have to be one in the rain.
Rain, rain, rain, pounding hard all day.
Like one of those storms at the end of May.
Never letting up, but never bringing down,
The mood of this small, dank town.
Oh, the little birdies may not fly,
And all the animals seek to hide.
I decide to come out and play,
'Fore the rain is my dream summer's day.
Summer would just not be the same,
Without my favorite man-of-rain.
La venganza de Luna
6/18/09
6/18/09
