Reign

The pitter-patter of this liquid matter.
Clothing tattered, gloomy, sadder.
Would rather be a madder hatter,
Climb a latter up to the sunshine.
Fine dining instead of pancake batter.

However, its morning and the sky is mourning.
Flash-flood warning, thunder roaring,
Countries warring, but birds are soaring.
Yeah, maybe today is pretty boring.
That's how it is when the rain is pouring.
When the reign is pouring.