It Rained today

It rained today inside my head.
Ideas struck by lightning-strike,
The thunder aching in my head,
The light rode away upon a bike
And everything was in a cloud
Muffled though screams escaped
And I could not even speak aloud,
And my poor psyche was sorely scraped.

Gulf Stream. Up our coast.
Wet source. Keeps us warm.
We could grow bananas here. But
Umbrellas shops thrive,
Bees stay in their hives,
And the rain makes the flowers grow.

But like the survival of the fittest,
We adapt, and we learn to brag
That our rain is the bestest rain
In all the world. And though the
Rain cloud seems to follow us
Around like the ever-lightning-
Ridden brain of him, the
Loaded rain cloud of cartoons,
We are not that Mr. Blkfx*

We are intrepid Wet Coasters
Always at the ready, brolly
Ever in hand, appropriate
Footwear on, rain slick, smile;
Yes, smile. We smile in the
Rain. After all, we are the Rain Coasters.

It rained today, inside my head,
A flood of worries I could not solve, but
Unnerving though it was, I carried on,
The best I could, with utmost resolve.
What else to do but see it through to dawn?
What else is a poor boy to do?

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*Mr. Blxfx – a reference to Al Capp’s Li’l Abner comic strip character.