Looks like Rain

The wired looking machine,
Was called sweet sixteen,
It had a stairway to heaven,
But its height was too mean,
Its tanker was emersed,
Its feeling reversed,
Its horn opened wider,
Calling his father,
Standing so very tall,
Having saved them all,
So much so it could reign,
Betty's green glass dress,
More memorable than jest.
Her fathered breast,
Raised with the best,
One day to return
For earth do we yearn.
These flowers are for you...
I love you too!