"Air is feeling. Wind is sound" this shit goes deeper than the depth of the deepen sea. so it's rainin' like a motha fucka in Nor-Cal and it's almost June... this come from my mother reading me Shel Silverstein stuff when me was just bee bee. hah... Rain, rain, Short and tall, Why are you here? This isn't fall... Should be warm, Not so cold, This silly rain is getting old, Go away, And don't come back, Skies must be blue, Should not be black, There is no more I'd like to say, But rain, rain, Please go away...