It never rains when you want it to

But when it rains it pours

Right atop each weary soul

Adrift amongst the

Great outdoors

And the rain won’t stop when you ask it to

But when it stops you know

One more drop from a teary eye

Undoes

The sunlight’s afterglow

You alone may query my

Official public stance

Underneath umbrellas, while…

…The clouds commence their dance