What a relief, it's gonna rain, by thunder!
Off and on, it's tried for months. A crying shame
Here and there the faintest of sprinklings
Like something unholy is jamming the sprinkler
The parched earth begs for a wetting
A dust bowl is forming. Black clouds are lifting
Should we do a rain dance?
Jeepers...we haven't done a rain dance
since the Blue Coats established the Bureau of Weather
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