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.