Wet & miserable
Brrr.
The storm is coming. It is getting darkerThe clouds race across the skyThe wind is howling: I kill any suckerWho foolishly stands in a path of mine
It started raining. The torrents of waterare banging mercilessly, no end in sightI am trying to cover my trembling daughterI am looking for shelter while still there’s light
The cars I am flagging are not to be botheredThey greet us with shiny bright beams of lightTheir taillights are scarlet and shamefully blurredThey are sorry that owners have ignored our plight