Rain’s Rich Rapture

You son of a gun
You’re clouding my mind
This is an overcast film
Think of her as my body double
At least you don’t need to pay me
A weather check is due

Extinguished the sun, have you?
Everyone’s under a grey cloud now
Nobody’s over these rainy days
Now our rooms are flooded with tears
I guess we won’t be leaving then
I’ll take a rain check on that

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