And wets the thirsty concrete and the dried up daffodil
And housewives go to scamperin’ to get clothes off the line
I can’t help but go to smilin’, ‘cause all that suits me fine.
For I like to see the storm clouds, as they gather, roll and swarm
I know they sure do need the rain on the dried up cotton farm
I like the wind that leads the clouds and brings in cooler air.
The rain just makes a better day and it’s needed everywhere
I like to watch the raindrops as they smack into the dust
And enjoy the fresh’nin’ fragrance that rides the windy gust
I can tolerate some lightnin’ if it doesn’t come too near
The thunder’s crack and rumble provokes a lot of fear
A gentle April sprinkle can dampen things a bit
And the flowers in the garden are content enough with it
But the cotton and the corn, they want a bigger drink.
Yep, a dark’nin’ summer shower is best of all, I think.
By C. Walker (with apologies to James Whitcomb Riley)