Rain Beats

I remember when I was little, when I still lived in what Manhattan residents call "the country", I could fall asleep the best when it rained and I could hear the water gurgling like a fat mans stomach in the gutters.

Here, on 23rd street; I cant get that.
Here, the residents throw pennies on my air condioner. No fat man's stomach is grumbling.

However, I have found my fat man's stomach, and he resides in the back wall of my room under the window.
His name is ' Radiator '

Five nights out of seven he tricks me into thinking rain is actually devouring this city.
When in all reality, Radiator is just sitting there, spitting, getting my blanket wet.
That son of a bitch.

So I suppose I cant complain; a simulation of rain, is often times better than the real thing.