Rain Rain Won'T You Come My Way

Oft' we've heard that trite and tiresome old cliche': "Rain! Rain! Go away and come again another day!" Excuse me, but I happen to hold a different point of view. I like the rain along with a tad of lightning and thunder too! Nearly every afternoon the heavens become dark and overcast. Praise the Lord! We'll get some blessed rain at last! Alas, 'tis not to be since not a threatening cloud remains; The storm skips over us, dousing instead the Kansas plains! Rain! Rain! Won't you come and drench my thirsty lawn? If it doesn't happen soon, my wish for pretty roses is foregone! The grass is so very sparse, utterly brown and barren, That it has the appearance of the vast and arid Saharan! The Chamber of Commerce boasts of skies sunny and clear, So hordes of tourists come to enjoy the exquisite beauty here. So what if a little rain spoils their pla what a dirty shame! If they don't like it, they can return to whence they came! I've done the Rain Dance and knelt to pray on ben'ded knee, To proffer to that Meteorologist in the Sky my fervent plea! Only He determines whether we deserve a drenching rain or sun. There ain't much we can do about it, when all is said and done! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved Placed No. 2 in Destroyer's "Best Rain Poem" - Contest - July 2011