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Dark, cold, clammy
Never mind that all we had yesterday
Sprinkling, spittin’ rain.
As we are, after all, in a five year drain.

We’ll take anything heaven gives.
Did you know where to get cash?
Three dollars a square foot,
If you trade in your grass!

In Los Angeles, that is.
Whereas here in the high desert, fifty cents is all there is.
 

Cloudy

 
Gray skies, never mind the empty pockets.

As long as we get some rain,
As long as we continue to have water to drink,
Come! Bring it on!

Come and rain for we are on the brink!

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