it's raining and the skies are grey.
i wonder why the sky must always be grey when its about to rain.
why can't it be purple?

it's raining and the skies are grey.
i'm falling asleep and i write three as seven.
that didn't make sense.

it's raining and the skies are grey.
i'm huddled under an umbrella and my books i hug.
i feel small of a sudden-
a mini-mini me
-when it thunders.
a mini-mini me in the grand scale of nature.

it's raining and the skies are grey.
train windows are streaked with tears.
i wonder who cried?

its rainy and the skies are grey.
grey skies make the world seem grey.
and not one bit gay.

its raining and the skies are grey.
i have a brief fantasy that i'll rush out of the train
and start dancing in the rain.
then i'll sing a song about umbrellas.
so that i'll be singing in the rain.
and i'll feel so high
and i'll get so oh-so-sick.

its raining and the skies are grey.
the car is squooshy
and someone mentions that turkeys are suspected of having H1N1.
i say that it's ok- we can always eat ham for christmas.
someone mentions that H1N1 started with pigs.
swine flu...

its raining and the skies are grey.
i wonder why it doesn't stop.