This British weather makes me want to move to Africa.

This chilly rain makes my brain grumpy.

I don’t have time to talk to you in the rain!

Must go home,

must go to sleep…

Must sleep this rain away!

I want to be able to wear slippers or nothing at all.

These heavy clouds make me want to cut my veins.

They damp all colors,

reduce them all to lonely gray.

Don’t talk to me!

Not listeniiiiiiiiing!

Must go home,

must suicide…

Must suicide this gray away!