As the rain soaks the sheep
The little lambs baa and bleat.
As it falls on the road
The farmer minds his lorry load.
As it fills the rivers wide
The fragile banks crumble to the tide.
As it soaks the local hens
They cluck and chuck their biscuit blends.
And as the rain has come again
We chose to muster in our pain.
Rain, rain, go away, please come back