Diane Cluck - God Made It Rain Lyrics
God made it rainso i'd run to the bus stopgod knew otherwise i'd be latei grab the umbrella torn from a pawn shopdrop all my keys down a gratebut i have to give up and keep running--i choke on my cough dropthe neighbor's dog's launching itself at the gate,barkingtossing itself like a ship onto rocksa creature that will not resign to its fatei say, “gimme five”, to my neighbor, a leftyhe thought i meant money and handed me somei gave it back to my four-fingered leftyhe slaps me fiveby adding the thumb from his right handhe says, “diane,why don't you quit that job that you've got?if you always run late, you must hate it.you know, if i were a womani'd get me knocked upso i could sit home and look out at the snow”we watched the rain make old snow into glasssnow into glass like the sun does to sandhe says, "do you want to ?" and i say, "i guess..."he shivers under my five-fingered handmy spent neighbor leaves our sleight-of-hand alleyand i am alone until something gets thrown at meblood on my cheekand the laughter of childrenthe sting of a snowball embedded with stonei see neighborhood mothers wig out from their windowswatching their archangels arc in the snowin sub-zero temperturesrigid and roseykids stagger by with a frostbitten glowgod made it rain so i'd run to the bus stopgod knew otherwise i'd stay homecalling in sick is no final solutionhiding in bed and unplugging the phonesometimes you must workuntil you give outsometimes you must workuntil all work is donelook at the way the rain clears a pathfor the sky to conceive an immaculate sun
