It starts off slowly,
a gentle drop or two
and how lovely it will be
to wash away the truth.
Gaining strength it seems
until you’re pelted with the drops;
the rain storm is upon us,
I hope you brought your mops.
It starts off slowly,
a gentle drop or two
and how lovely it will be
to wash away the truth.
Gaining strength it seems
until you’re pelted with the drops;
the rain storm is upon us,
I hope you brought your mops.