When it rains and you’re just a bug,
You’d think the droplets would give you a tug
Or even worse, they’d make you crash,
But no, most people would pay good cash
To surf on them like mosquitoes do,
As they home in on me and on you too.
Big fat droplets or the tiniest drizzle
Will not cause them to plummet and fizzle.
I think they enjoy it, they like it alright,
They must do it in secret in the short summer night.
None of us around, they organize a school
“Surf in the air: Even you can be cool!”