I hold an umbrella to shelter myself,
But the rain still manages to crack my defenses.
This is a game as old as time,
I won't be drenched, this victory is mine.
I turn my umbrella towards the rain,
Block the water that attacks my face.
Fogs up my glasses and runs down my nose,
I swipe it away and hold the umbrella close.
This is a feud four fortnights long,
When the rain showering down is very strong.
I defend, rain attacks, its back and forth,
Until the droplets cover the road.
Oh, this rain, is a nuisance really,
To my clean clothes and my dry jewellery.
Rain may help thousands of people,
But all it does is wage a war on city people.
So I hold my umbrella upright,
I won't be deterred by the downpour tonight.
I'll go my way, opposing the water,
Let the rain come, I won't be drenched tonight!
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