The morning was met with cold
And darkness, not rays of gold
For the sun disappeared for lack of being bold
And left the sky empty because of the cold.
The sky has begun to turn a deep gray
Waiting for the blessing of the day
And for all the people to say “Dear Rain, go away.”
And fill the town with color instead of just gray.
Rain is harshly falling down
Every where you may look, the ground
Is wet through and through and all around
And will leave the wilderness fruitful from the rain that’s falling down.