Anti-Ode To Rain

The big 'R', do you actually know what you're doing To our week nation, Absolute panic stations, feckin banter deflation, endless duration Eternal damnation the foundation, our country's creation. No shortage of hydration in any location, Sure isn't Patsy livid, the crops are bad, explicit gyrations. Sure no wonder there's emigration by the dozen every week, Has given or society an ugly mutation, Gets lubrication each day thanks to you. There's a sad wet dog in the station Contemplating rotation. You rain on our frustration, wash our sins for we have Offended out of hatred and vexation, All we're looking for is some compensation. Rosary beads in homes nationwide and Bridie is saying the rosary For a chance of salvation, god love her she's my relation. The forecast gives us the temptation to believe, Subtle touch of authority has us buying flip-flops, frustration. We have brain cells you know, we give into temptation, Because in this situation we can find our own destination. Just sayin aviation is our saving grace from drowning captivation, And there's as much chance getting compensation from you as we are from a cheap flight cancellation. Rain we've had enough, because we're ready to make a revelation And through your bitter tears you'll hear our declaration. We're out for palpitation then leave you to your desperation, Because as a population, it's our dedication, inspiration and vegetation That are emanating through your drops of dislocation.