As the rain soaks the sheep

The little lambs baa and bleat.

As it falls on the road

The farmer minds his lorry load.

As it fills the rivers wide

The fragile banks crumble to the tide.

As it soaks the local hens

They cluck and chuck their biscuit blends.

And as the rain has come again

We chose to muster in our pain.

Rain, rain, go away, please come back another day.