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Why does it always appear to be raining.
It is surely a travesty of natural law.
What does the weather think it is gaining
With this endless, mindless, relentless pour?
Why does it always rain on our days off.
That is surely a travesty of working law.
What does the weather think we’re made of
With this endless, mindless, relentless pour.
Why does the chaos of weather define us.
Blinding rain, breath-taking wind and senseless heat.
What does it think it is doing, the weather on us.
With this endless, mindless, relentless beat.
Why does it always win
Why does it always win
Can’t the lords in the heavens defend us
Can’t they help us without any fuss.
Butterflies flap their wings in Asia,
Monsoons move into Fantasia.
Fir cones swell and seaweed drips
No one likes soggy fish and chips.
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