It’s just a little rain,
It does not instil pain.
So why not refrain,
From these inane,
Notions,
That the rain,
Equals the mundane?
Or bane?
Or the arcane?
Or storms and hurricane?
Or a wane?
Or that the windowpane,
Weeps?
Oh, no; how inhumane?
It needn’t stain,
Or drain,
Our happiness.
Enjoy the chain,
For the droplets ordain
Peace.
Oh thank you, Rain.
You’ve come again.
And you do entertain,
Not restrain.
Or cause complain.
So, please remain.
Your efforts,
Are not in vain.
I needn’t explain,
Again.
For I gain,
In rain,
I gain,
In rain.
