I would want to be, a rainy day,
When little children, come out and play,
With many a smile, not a sorrow,
Rain on them joys, a better tomorrow.
When little rivers, begin to flow,
For little paper boats, to race afloat,
To clean the air, of so much dust,
What the wind can’t do, with a powerful gust.
When farmers have sown, they call me,
To shower on seeds, that gives food aplenty,
That saves a life, from dying of drought,
I want to be, the rain they sought.
When lakes and wells,dry in summer heat,
To make them full, they I must meet,
To give the water,when it is needed most,
To give the hope, when all seems lost.
When gardens dry, scorched by the sun,
To nourish them back, I am the one,
The sun can shine, after I go,
As after the rain, does come the rainbow.
Heat of summer, or winter chill,
Beautiful spring,or autumn still,
Rather than these, I really must say,
What I really want to be, is a rainy day.
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