Puddles Of Cheer:

Broken hearts and rainy days
They always get me down,
So both of them deserve
A big ole sadly frown.

From my bedroom window
I stare at the streets,
All those tiny little raindrops
With some misery to release.

They fall from grayish skies
Blue skies that are sad,
From an overwhelming force
And high pressures that's bad.

As the atmosphere builds up
And the strong winds blow in,
All of that tension and stress
Make blue raindrops begin.

At first they start slow
Just a drip now and then,
The next thing you know
Your wiping your chin.

They come down screaming
At the top of their lungs,
For their precious little hearts
Barely beats like a drum.

They all gather on concrete
Right out their in the street,
In view of my window
Without missing a beat.

But the catcher of the pains
Those puddles of love,
Have been waiting all evening
And watching up above.

For those puddles of love
They splish and they splash,
While running barefooted
Before the raindrops do smash.

They have their own buckets
A shirt tale or sleeve,
To dry up those teardrops
That Mother Nature did leave.

So I crawl from my window
And jump from my room,
That tiny little square box
That use to be my tomb.

I run through the streets
Just as happy as a kid,
Forgetting all about my heart
And tears on my eyelids.