“Rain, rain, oh so dreary,
Making me feel quite weary.
I want to play outside and run,
But here I sit, ‘til the day is done.
I’ll read a book, or build a fort,
Maybe draw or paint a sort.
But nothing’s fun as the outdoors,
With buzzing bees and singing birds.
So please, dear rain, just go away,
And let the sunshine light the day.
I promise to be good and sweet,
If you’ll hurry with your retreat.
Rain, rain, oh so dreary,
Making me feel quite weary.
I want to play outside and run,
But here I sit, ‘til the day is done.
I’ll read a book, or build a fort,
Maybe draw or paint a sort.
But nothing’s fun as the outdoors,
With buzzing bees and singing birds.
So please, dear rain, just go away,
And let the sunshine light the day.
I promise to be good and sweet,
If you’ll hurry with your retreat.”