There is blue sky

There is blue sky

As well as thunder clouds

Big fat raindrops

Steaming upon impact

Spa baths for the proles

I am reminded of Buddy Holly

It is raining in my heart

An incessant beating

Rockabilly

What if he had missed the plane

With somebody else

In his seat

Would the music

Still have died

Why should it matter

When the truth is

Peggy Sue got married

To a brown-eyed handsome man

Who drove a Chevy

To the levee

Before

Riding out the storm

In a hot rod

On thunder road

It was always the way

Even on another day

The world moves on

Without correction

It is all the same

Sunshine and showers

Are always good for the garden

Can you still hear

The grass grow

We sang acapella

Walking the streets

When we were young things

Copied the words

From a forty-five

Lifting the needle

Feeling groovy

Were we ever

Brimful of Asha

Who would have thought

Social isolation

Would create a connection

Between a recently formed raindrop

And nostalgia.