Stormy weather, comes sweeping in,
To let it rain, and wash our sins,
To clean away our dirty thoughts,
As filthy mammals we have lots.

As many times I speak of rain,
The very thing that keeps me sane,
Sometime I stand in it's cold embrace,
I enjoy it's drops, flow down my face.

To stand in rain is crazy, you think,
But ponder it, for as long as you blink.
To stand outside and be washed away,
And no longer on your soul, shall weigh.

But have I this many sins? you also ponder,
That is also something I sometimes wonder,
Truth is I have no many sins or regrets,
Just a few people, I may have upset.

While my actions and ways may seem a bit wild,
And sometimes I may have, an evil side,
I do mean well, and try to please,
But most of the times, I just fail with ease.

In the end I think of what I’ve done, and smile,
Whatever I did; I did it with style.
I tried my best, and failed all the while.
But I never apologize, so I leave you beguiled