Summer Rain - The Locust

Where are the flowers?

Where are the bees?

Where is the blossom that grows on the trees?

Fruits of the summer ain’t as ripe as they ought to be

The grass in the park just ain’t as green

Where are the people in sandals and shorts

Eating al fresco at sanchez d’amour?

Look at the clouds: they are black as the night

Sack the weatherman, 'cause he didn’t get it right

In summer it’s raining