Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain

 

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,
So much to drive a man insane,
And, now my nerves begin to fizzl’,
With finest mists, and bits of drizzl’.

 

The farmers now would like to sow,
And, see Your lustrous big rainbow,
Today sun shines; the skies not dark,
We may not have to build an ark!

 

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
June 3, 2013