The rain had started around noon,
I thought I was ready, oh lord.
My head threatened to explode,
my world was on fire,
I thought I was ready, my lord.
It started so slowly, at first, just some drops,
But now there are torrents and sheets,
My precious, beloved, sweet as spring rain,
a wonderous sight to behold.
I want it to rain, forever and a day,
and thunder and lighting to boot,
I don’t mind the pain, thank the meds it is gone,
but the glorious rain goes on.
Cool, life-giving rain, for flowers to bloom,
Tomatoes and lavender thrive,
Some water for trees, the bushes, the plants,
and on my umbrella, to dance.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,
The sun is for suckers and chumps.
The rain is for the hardy and the strong and the weird,
For me, and the lochs and the ducks.