Rainy Days
I don't like rainy days, my father loves them.
We got a magnolia tree yesterday,
It sits in our backyard...
We called it Istanbul.
My mother always has wanted a magnolia tree.
I hope that I will be able to climb Istanbul
One day--
--It should smell nice.
I don't like rainy days, people say they're poetic.
I think they make me way too emotional.
(One piece of proof is that I'm writing poetry.
I never write poetry anymore.)
My old English teacher said I had talent...
But I don't see any talent here.
Now I'm being melodramatic -- and moody.
That's what these rainy days do to me.
(They have a lot of power, you see.)
I really do wish to climb that tree...
Maybe sit in it and drink some tea.
They drink a lot of tea in Istanbul...
I'd like some sugar in my tea, please.
Tea isn't good without plenty of sugar,
I say, old chap.