Off the routine wooden porch here br Rooted along the front of this place br Breadcrumbs and troubles stream away br Rain marches down, steady taps, tapping over br Pebbly gravel beds, the once-flat pavement br Every clear dropp a miniature explosion br In this gray-green lollapalooza for one br Would I have it any other way, not today br Would I change the colors, you bet br Who wouldn't enjoy a soft yellow storm br When it is raining you can just say no br When it gushes, you can just look on br Because it is raining, and for no other br Reason, you can stay on the porch, dry br Watching it fall all around, lingering sound br Absorbing the allegiant, heavy drumming br Pitter-pattering on boots, like short rounds br I'm always here, here at the front br The rain is always coming down br Never red, the rain here is never hardbr br Tailor Bellbr br