I’m trying hard to help explain
About the weather and the rain
It seems that moisture from the sea
Is gathered up to shower me.
Most of the fluffy clouds that float
Above my head, land, sea or moat
Are full of water to the brim
That sometimes splashes o’er the rim.
So when those clouds grow ever dark
And cannot find a thirsty park
They open up where e’er they’re at
And flush their cache lick-et-y-splat !