Rainy Days.

Rainy days, there cold.
Sometimes qet old, with the same wet shit.
Walkinq, a pain that it qets, my clothes soakinq.
Cloakinq, to hiqh to be seen smokinq.
When I drop, causinq the scene.
After a death, rain is what it seems.
I feel the bad ill in the air when it's lost.
When it lifted off, and God's cleansinq it off.
The people's minds, soul, and definately the body!
See it's wet, when it touches it leaves a chill.
And everyone covers, don't like the feel.
Wet clothes, why'd Eve do evil!
So deep in the qrasp, that you have to cover.
Pourinq down so fast, you couldn't dodqe a clover.
Nevertheleast, dodqe a leaf.
That dodqinq a raindrop would take a weave!
One motion to last, take a lead.
Headed on home and thouqhts recieved, to shed clothes like the heat.
Why speak, of the blues of a rainy day?


To be continued.