They say it rains in Seattle
Well, I say let it rain
The trees, they all look thirsty
And the grass is brown with pain
No rain clouds come a callin'
No summer tempest storm
I thought this was a wet place
I thought that was the norm
So, God in heaven, listen
Bend ear and look on down
Refresh the streets and people
Of this bustling, groovy town
A drink is all I'm askin'
Refreshment for the soul
It will not dampen spirits
Just fill an empty hole
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