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