On the rain

The rain sounds goot it knocks on wood and drowns my house. But
it can't swallow me and I can drink it. The rain makes rounds in
grey sky towns. Spills its guts, sometimes it follows me. So I
built a house of glass that the rain just runs right past. When
the rain thinks it laughs last then I drool on it. The earth
burps mud when the sky floods. Drains rain down till it covers
my feet and I lose my shoes. The earth grows hair of grass then
tears the sun back out when its got what it needs. And I built a
house of glass that the rain just runs right past. When the rain
thinks it laughs last then I drool on it.