Five cars in a row and an umbrella
Parked under the bombarding rain.
And I’m still waiting up here, selah.
Everything gives way for the thunder and the rain,
To scream and shout like an emotional fella,
Spluttering his heart out in vain,
As none of us understand but thinking he needs a selah.
To calm himself down like a peaceful terrain.
O rain, when are you going to selah?
Five cars, an umbrella, and me still listen to you in uncertain.