Good feelings

why do they always seem to come

on cool days when it rains?

What is it

in the world theyre from

that smoothes away all of our pains?

I look into the sky.

Its so humid I could cry.

They say that rains like tears,

but after all my years,

its the rain thats worth remembrance,

that strikes a clean resemblance

to green grass at its freshest

and all my lifes most precious

feelings whelming over

like raindrops on a clover

until my world is spinning

and I feel a smile beginning.

So as all the worlds complaining,

I shout for joy, Its raining!