Oh, sweet rainstorm!
Your pitter-patter on the patio
is music to our ears,
your crashes of thunder
rock us to the core.
These are sounds
we’ve waited weeks to hear.
The grass and trees and flowers
are shouting your name,
the birds are singing your praise,
the farmers are tipping their hats.
You rolled in
like a rock star,
then tiptoed out the back
for a quick and quiet getaway.
We know you’ve got places to go
and people to see,
but please know this:
you can rain on our parade
anytime.
