It Was Raining

It was raining

When we were small

Things cleared up and we stood tall

Walked the walk, and gave our all

We didn’t mind . . .

That it was raining.

It was raining

When we said farewell

They said we could come indoors

But we said, “no way in hell”

We walked the walk, and gave our all

We didn’t mind . . .

That it was raining.

It was raining

When we were no longer tall

No longer young, some, not there at all

But we walked the walk, and welcomed all

We didn’t mind . . .

That it was raining.