The day is grim, the sky is gray
I wish the clouds would roll away
They are so dark and ominous
Predicting rain will pour on us
I cannot wait until the sun
Shines once again on everyone !
The day is grim, the sky is gray
I wish the clouds would roll away
They are so dark and ominous
Predicting rain will pour on us
I cannot wait until the sun
Shines once again on everyone !
The rain just keeps on pouring down
There’s ne’er a dry spot left in town
The water’s rising at my feet
And flowing wild o’er every street.
The curbs are covered, sidewalks too
What else is there that we can do
Oh, such a mess that’s facing me
I feel as though I’m lost asea.
Please don’t complain about the wet
There’s too much water to forget
I wonder if old Noah knew
That job God gave to him to do ?
The dampness seeps inside the glass
And seems to weep along the pane
A labyrinth of life’s morass
Attacking all, again, again.
Oh would that we might rule the path
And currents that control the Main
With the power like our God hath
To teach some manners to the rain !
I see the mist of morning glide
Across the window pane outside
It’s frosty glaze has slipt away
To seek another hideaway
Her tiny pellets drift about
They look to scout some other route
I wonder what each journey finds
As through our lives the raindrops wind !
How often I have wished that I
Could spread my wings and learn to fly
O’er mountain peaks there rising high
Across the meadows whisking by
The waters stretched to touch the sky
While gravity on earth denies.
Along the ridges wide and dry
Where eaglets nest and flight imply
I hear the mighty oceans sigh
And whisper to this world goodbye !
GOD BLESS HIS WORLD !
Oh how I love to hear the rain
It helps me feel so whole again
And when raindrops splash on my face
I think I could win any race.
I’m sure it’s best when all is mist
You feel as though you’re being kissed
Caressed by unseen angels there
Who show us each how much they care.
The rain is like the precious touch
Of all that’s gone we miss so much
I wish that I might just reach out
To give a hug, a squeeze, a shout,
Most rain reminds me what I’ve lost
My Lord You know the price it cost !
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 !