When when the clouds Grey out the morning I love this city It's a relatively warm shade of early morning Grey Compared to the previous days chilled and windy This was blae sky that reeked of rain pregnancy Falling in drops From clouds
Wet was coming Wet and slippery the roadways down With precipitations
And we need it All 1/8th inch of it What a threat Tiny bombardments of life giving lubricant A mere garden hose Filtered by heaven and poisoned by mans polluting ways
At least my morning bike ride was spared the downpour (even though I welcome that sorta thing)
Onward The heaving lungs Speed invariably left and right Planning my next Move
She has my Queen So roaring around the bend I go With my love sick smile And a fist full of fuel And chess maneuvers
At least I'm hardly constrained with the weather The night a dark speck in the back of my mind Fine thoughts of desert babies and baseball events Flying now But what's this, suddenly, about my feet Rubbing my ankles? Aye the wind Again and again The wind
When when the clouds Grey out the morning I love this city It's a relatively warm shade of early morning Grey Compared to the previous days chilled and windy This was blae sky that reeked of rain pregnancy Falling in drops From clouds
Wet was coming Wet and slippery the roadways down With precipitations
And we need it All 1/8th inch of it What a threat Tiny bombardments of life giving lubricant A mere garden hose Filtered by heaven and poisoned by mans polluting ways
At least my morning bike ride was spared the downpour (even though I welcome that sorta thing)
Onward The heaving lungs Speed invariably left and right Planning my next Move
She has my Queen So roaring around the bend I go With my love sick smile And a fist full of fuel And chess maneuvers
At least I'm hardly constrained with the weather The night a dark speck in the back of my mind Fine thoughts of desert babies and baseball events Flying now But what's this, suddenly, about my feet Rubbing my ankles? Aye the wind Again and again The wind