open your little door step out into the downpour listen to the sound your listen to the sound your soul makes as if it s soulmates with the ground the rain falls down the ground the rain falls down to the floor the summer rain has come again the pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade oh and the sunlight seems unlikely to be on my cheeks for one fine evening there s nobody else around absence has a powerful sound blades of grass are fine enough to make a scalpel proud alka seltzer sizzle drizzle pelts the ground i can t help myself but shout aloud to tell the crowd that while they re out i m out of bounds i could flee til my knees hurt feel the breeze in my t shirt but there s so many aesthetically pleasing things here to see first the summer rain has come again the pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade oh and the sunlight seems unlikely to be on my cheeks for one fine evening flowers bob nod and rattle under fat drops of rain as big as apples and the street steams like a kettle singing each bead a little a nettle stinging my skin in a million different places precipitation amidst the vegetation the british air is changing and sitting under parked cars there are kitties waiting watching me pace by i stop and then say hi  the summer rain has come again the pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade oh and the sunlight seems unlikely to be on my cheeks for one fine evening could never sing but i sang though dionysius air rang with the tang of a mango delicious living in a fictitious middle english mangrove that s been kissed with the liquid sunshine that some find in orlando i hang under the jungle canopy catching an undiluted glimpse of clarity refracting through the prism imprisoning my sanity for all the laws we re living in anarchy causing wars it s giving me anomy the rows of windows are frames inside a strange gallery of apathy inhabitants happily having tea warm water colours reality washes away the banality the summer rain has come again the pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade oh and the sunlight seems unlikely to be on my cheeks for one fine evening my hair is getting wetter the air is getting fresher before the storm i m sure i could barely bear the pressure out but it s getting better now it was one of those horribly hot days the barometer s ominous clock face was something hieronymus bosch paints from shropshire to gloucester to warwickshire forests of conifers congregate like choristers and praise displays of flowers as a florist does knowledge buds and blooms in the soil olives crushed producing an oil to lubricate the mind illuminate and shine a human ray of light right through the rain tonight it just might quite save a life the summer rain has come again the pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade oh and the sunlight seems unlikely to be on my cheeks for one fine evening