I did not see the darkened sky
I did not feel the pressure drop
I walked down the primrose path
I strolled along the garden walk
The rain fell and washed away
I went out and stirred the air
(My soup was steeped in strange ideas)
The rain fell and washed away
I went out and looked around
I walked down the primrose path
I strolled along the garden walk
The rain fell and washed away
My bed of sand got swept away