i want to lie on the road and make rain angels...

i want to throw away my umbrella and run out into the rain...
i want to run out into the middle of the road...
i want to stop traffic and do the moon dance...
i want to scream at the top of my lungs...
i want to smell the rain hiting down onto the ground...
i want to get soaking wet knowing i'll catcha cold the next day...
i want to taste the september rain...
i want to kick off my shoes and stomp on puddles...
i want to lie on the road and make rain angels...
i want....
i want...
i want...



catch a cold...
get knocked down by a car...
get dragged off to the asylum...
and die of pneumonia...



see what the rain does to your head?
it makes you go insane...