It's raining like sprinklers on a farm
My ears soak up the patter on the roof
It’s spattering like food in a deep fry
or the sound of rousing applause
It's raining like I can feel the damp,
sleeping inside as I wake and turn,
the only warmth in my foetal position
I pull at the cover that refuses to move
It's raining like I can hear the rush
but not only that I sometimes ask
of the raining cats and dogs cliché
Why not raining fishes from the sky?
It's raining like a blessing from heaven
and sometimes I’ve heard people say:
"The rain's here because of the moon;
it’s here to clean the eye of the moon"