When it rains there are scrillions of drops.
They swish, they drip, and they flop.
The soak up the streets
Make my sneakers go squeeeeeeek
And I find myself slipping a lot.
Umbrellies and boots lend a hand.
For instinctively, they both understand.
Just how crummy it can be
When the rains been set free,
And it’s fallin all over my head!