On The Rain

<br>The rain sounds goot it knocks on wood and drowns my house. But it can`t<br>swallow me and I can drink it. The rain makes rounds in grey sky towns. Spills its<br>guts, sometimes it follows me. So I built a house of glass that the rain just runs<br>right past. When the rain thinks it laughs last then I drool on it. The earth burps<br>mud when the sky floods. Drains rain down till it covers my feet and I lose my<br>shoes. The earth grows hair of grass then tears the sun back out when its got what<br>it needs. And I built a house of glass that the rain just runs right past. When the<br>rain thinks it laughs last then I drool on it.