A man in a coat
Poured whisky into a glass
Trapped in by the rain
The bar was crowded
All around him people talked
Hunched over his drink
He glanced to his right
The rain pounded the window
He refilled his drink
The barman knew him
He lets him keep the bottle
Only when it rains
The rain keeps him in
So he drowns himself in booze
The sun dries him out
The rain keeps, he stands
Leaves fifteen quid and a tip
Walks between the rain
Andrew Chapman / Author and Screenwriter 
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