Bombay Rain

First, the rain
And then the scream
Let the sweet water through

Second, the mud
And then the football
Let the plays kick in
(So to speak)

Third, the meal
Hot as a fuck
Let the sizzle in

Fourth, the love
Sensual and true
Let the rain mold us into one

Fifth, the sleep
Sweet as a dream
Let the cartoons begin

Sixth, the flood
No work, no school
Let the "Groundhog Day" do it's thing