Rain, rain go away.
Come again another day.
I am a girl of the sun.
All this rain makes me glum.
In need of sugar so I’ll bake.
Stay away from the scales – for God’s sake
If it doesn’t stop I’ll build an ark
I wish this boredom would inspire
A creative spark.
I’m going mad, I’m going crazy.
So fed up I just feel lazy.
The weed are growing, the lawn knee high.
Come on God give me clear blue sky.