Bucktets of tears
Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got all the love
Honey baby, I can stand -- Bob Dylan
The rain -- pounding hard and harder -- jus' kept comin' all night long
An alarming song with hardly a break
Trouble sleepin' with a mind full of ache
River overflowin an' flash flood warnings
Holdin' down the fort an' a virus swarming
Across the land there runs a panic
Jus' keep your mind clear, don't go manic
Weatherman shows way wind's blowin'
Disturbance hangin in sky, not flowin'
Word up, this too shall pass
Meanwhile, listen to rain, single-note jazz
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