Another sloppy Rainsong

When it rains it rains booze

It rains on -dust covered Kathmandu

and with stench of rice beer that predominates the tuk tuk’s gas fumes

when it rains it rains booze

And it rains on roofs and plastics that make up the skies for few

and it rains on numerous little lakes

that the motor bikes glide through

and they taste the beautiful earth with their shoes

when it rains it rains booze

And it rains on little heavens promised for a select few

and those that drench into the depth of their own birthday suits

and then it rains on my tongue

That I stick out loose

when it rains it rains booze

And it rains on the tea cups and gwalmari kiosks

It rains on cappuccino’s and blue shots

because the rain is dizzy drunk and knows not

what it rains on, and it cannot choose

when it rains it rains booze

And when it rains I rane within

and the comfort that seeps is so good

It feels like sin

and my eyes moist with all the water sprays that are too cool to be drops

and when it rains, Kathmandu stops

and the slider on gods windows changes hues

when it rains it rains Booze

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