The rain is playing an awful dirge,
it’s as if it senses my mood.
I’ve told it enough to sling it’s hook,
not caring if I sound rude.
The winters gone on far too long,
grey skies and pouring rain.
It needs it’s marching orders now,
as it’s really become a pain.
So who I pray is friends with the sun,
can you call a favour or two.
Do tell her that she’s welcome to stay,
if she really does listen to you.
Tell her that we find her so radiant,
that’s truly said from the heart.
And ask her to bring blue skies along,
tomorrow would be a good start.