Rain on a Tin Can
James M M Baldwin
Some scoff at my empty cans
"They're an eyesore"
"They're garbage"
"They're ugly"
Some complain about the rain
It'll drench my clothes
It'll ruin my new shoes
I just washed my car
The rain brings my empty cans to life
A gentle pinging lullaby
A distant rumble adds the bass
The rhythm slows and rises with the storm
