Baby it's wet outside

by shira

It’s raining
Yeah, it’s raining
No, it’s lightning
On my shoulders
Dodging raindrops
Putting lights out
Digging caveman holes
In candles, flashlights, lanterns, lamps
Scraping grape graffiti
Lightning’s purple
Don’t you know
Green, greener, golden
It will tell its story

I’m sitting
In my bedroom
And the harp I’m listening to
Can calm crashes
And make the leaves stick to the trees
Keeps the braches from all splitting
If I’m lucky
It’ll keep me stuck to you
It’ll keep me from splitting