Ode To The Rain

What the hell is this stuff outside?
It's wet and on it reflections seem to glide.
You must be the rain I prayed for for the last 90 days
When my whole world was in a muggy, non-windy haze.

Alas, my room does not have air conditioning
So we depend on the whole wind and rain thing
To keep us cool
When we aren't at school.

I love you rain, my best friend
To the disgruntled dormer you do tend
And temperatures and tempers seem to cool
Especially mine as I'm listening to Tool.