that shouted threats of rain -
packed in shouldering crowds,
oh, will they, won't they drain?
I blinked and they had ripped,
growing a gap of blue.
How quickly fates were flipped,
and sun was shining through.
that shouted threats of rain -
packed in shouldering crowds,
oh, will they, won't they drain?
I blinked and they had ripped,
growing a gap of blue.
How quickly fates were flipped,
and sun was shining through.