Rain coming down,
with a bottle of beer in hand as I sit amongst the crowds,
rain coming down,
as I sit in a covered space, amongst the human race,
with many, many frowns upon their faces,
and people worn out and weary,
who are getting out of the rain,
with as much shopping as they can carry by their feet,
and complaining miserably wishing that they were in Spain,
wishing that they were in Spain,
as the raindrops fall heavily on the street,
and people outside they splash through the puddles,
and they hurry and they scurry along,
as I sit here happily in my seat,
with no shopping and no worries,
because materialism is not for me particularly,
and so, I sit happily amongst the crowds,
and here with friends,
I am taking a break from the weather,
and the mood is as good as can be with company and smiles,
and because raindrops do not matter to me,
or any weather for that matter,
it does not bother me and does not furrow my brow,
and I am happy in company with friends wherever I maybe,
happy as the raindrops that fall upon the street,
happy with good company and cheer,
for that is much better than materialism to me,
and here I sit, as happy as can be.
