SF Rain

It rained 

It rained a Seattle kind of rain

And the wind sauntered in on cue

The puddles swelled and the people yelled

To the heavens, “ oh what must we do”


But my heart it yearned 

Because it had learned that the rain is a gift and a clue

To be back inside, with some tea beside

A fireplace warming you


But in SF 

They don’t pass this test

It’s a secret quest

In the pac northwest 


They’ve No Mountain sky

They’ve No Needle high

And their Dub is missing a U


It’s just nature’s trick 

To make me homesick

So I guess I’m just left feeling blue