How we seem to get the nicest rain
When it is needed most its true
No sooner things they dry a little
And rain it comes over mountains blue
I often wish how this could be as well
For all places upon our loved planet home
As there are places that exist this day
That are sadly drier than an oldest bone
As if it knows here when its wanted most
And as if all that grows just knows the way
To have a little more rain fall once again
Just maybe they too know how and when to pray
But as fine and warm as the weather may be
The plants and trees all seem to know it's true
As I see then drooping just a little more
And I know for sure that more rain is due.