Stuck In The August Rain

Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray
and bends to kiss my frown away.
But I’m still still stuck in the August rain;
stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
The cover’s on, the coast is clear.
We’re all battened down, only us here.
But I’m still still stuck in the August rain;
stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines
and she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the August rain:
Out in the cloudburst once again.
Single-minded in my gloom.
I appear to revel in this darkened room.
But I’m still still stuck in the August rain;
stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines
and she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the August rain:
Out in the cloudburst once again.