Rain rains and I never wish to bid it farewell. 
Rain surely goes away to come another day;
In its storm, ball plays me not that well
And in its quiet downpour, everyone plays out his way.

Freezing touch belongs to the weather; 
Cooling flame resides withing everyone's body. 
The busy ball agitates inner heat- our feathers. 
Momentarily, runnings and tackling disembody.

Its just and final touch scraped off cooling flame;
Chill shivering lays shackles of ambush. 
Now, shaky is the glowing speed of foot blue game
And its seizure buried the bullets field fired so lush.

Im always happy to horse around overtime 
But it has never come to be a crime
Im sure my passions over the years 
For football, not even rain dare interferes