Most call it dreary-
When storm clouds are teary-
"So dim and dark...
No fun at the park!"
They fuss, see, and whine-
Sitting on their behinds,
But the rest see the glory-
And the beautiful, magical story-
A story every time is rains
A story of anything- happy or pained...
The rain, the thunder, they play as a band-
They're poets, musicians, composing hand in hand!
They clash and strike and fall in synchrosity-
Playing, entertaining, delighting simultaneously
Ah, give me a thunderstorm any day-
Rain over sunshine, I say!
You sit and mope, seeing only mud
While I laugh and dance in the oncoming flood
Rainy weather is the life, you see;
Rainy weather is the kind for me!