Longfellow said it, I just didn't listen
But it fell like a ton of bricks
Cold.... cold does not begin to describe the feeling
The night the rain fell through my ceiling
Midsummer night not a cloud in the sky
Weatherman said no worries all dry
Guess he was wrong with no rhyme or reason
But it must be rain that I am feeling
With plaster and wood and all it's mixings
I know tomorrow what I'll be fixing
Let me call someone to help again
My head really hurts and my mind is reeling
The night the rain came through my ceiling
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