Rainy cuckoo clocks...

The rain
The pain
Both fine
But not...
Both come
Regardless of choice...
The rain makes my hair curl
The pain makes me cry
My beloved cuckoo clock
Cuckoo's the wrong time
All the time...
I could change the clock,
Take it down and start again...
I could take a pill and stop the pain
And I could move somewhere it never rains...
But all would seem not as it should be then,
So I don't...