Kanye West College Dropout Censor

Walking in the rain.

Today this part of the world is invaded by water.
Rain, rain, abundant rain, abundant rain.
But, I wonder, can stop an air disaster that any practitioner from complying with its Manzione cancelleristiche?
Never, scream all together!
There will be four drops (sic) to stop.
In fact today, not only could wring out my socks, but the scarf, the bag (and some of its contents) and my vest.
My hair has taken new forms unknown to the molecular physics and quantum physics.
However, demonstrating the fact that I'm not normal, and I moved from court to court of executions (let's not forget the situation: my vision went beyond the subject one meter high and the upper of my shoes, umbrella buffeted by the wind and pouring rain for garnish) humming:
- Do not feel like it rains It rains feel like Madonna as rains come down Uh!
of Jova - Do not rain a fall but that Faaa Morandi
But this rather lovely tune of 1941