Tuesday, September 12, 2006

See The Sky About To Rain

See the sky about to rain,
broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train,
whistle blowing
through my brain.
Signals curling on an open plain,
rolling down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.

Some are bound for happiness,
some are bound to glory
Some are bound to live with less,
who can tell your story?

See the sky about to rain,
broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train,
whistle blowin'
through my brain.
Signals curlin' on an open plain,
rollin' down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.

I was down in Dixie Land,
played a silver fiddle
Played it loud and then the man
broke it down the middle.
See the sky about to rain.


This morning, it looked like it was about to rain as I walked from where I'd parked my car across the street to the office in which I work. I was beginning to regret not going up two more flights of stairs to the skywalk from the parking deck to the office. I felt a few small rain drops hit me. It was somewhat refreshing. Then, I recalled my childhood theory that rain on my face was God pissing on me.

5 Comments:

Blogger Old Lady said...

What happened to the angels crying?

8:51 AM, September 12, 2006  
Blogger Beth said...

Think of it as God pissing on Mississippi, not you.

12:38 PM, September 12, 2006  
Blogger Keith Kennedy said...

God was pissing on you.

She told me.

4:08 PM, September 12, 2006  
Blogger Beth said...

Oops; sorry, Keith.

10:34 PM, September 12, 2006  
Blogger haahnster said...

OL: Mommy never told me that one.

Beth: Interesting recommendation.

KK: That bitch.

Beth: Keith is bigger than me. I'd better leave Mississippi out of it.

1:29 AM, September 13, 2006  

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