Sky cracks subtly open; virgin legs.
What precipitates from, corresponds to individual perspectives and to whom they have chose to wed.
Sorrow and pain for some, fresh beginnings, blessings and wishes for others, no outside play for kids and arthritis aggravation for the old heads so they stay in bed.
Great for washing foreign matter off foreheads like Ash wednesdays.
Speaking of wednesdays, rainy days double as hump days,
Or snuggle inside and watch dvd days,
Cup of Baileys and possibly some skunk days with ashtrays
But when it pours, thunderstorms and “floods shit” like; outcasts and outlaws can relate.
Severe elements are great for hiding true values like Ebates,
Great at selling moments short, Ebay.
We say, the rain washes out the old and its in with the new,
Then what’s the purpose of dew?
The “pitter-patter” patterns, playing perfect tunes on rooftops or rapping on the windows,
digging potholes slightly deeper, partially washing cars,
making white shirts obviously transparent,
vehicular visibility not so apparent,
crafting puddles for children to be children in…
Braking to allow them passage patiently, then honking the shit outta dry drivers impatiently!
“Its my window, I can’t stand the rain…”¹
¹”The Rain” (Supa Dupa Fly) Missy Elliot