The pouring rain is a beautiful thing,
It comes and goes like the wild wind.
On certain days it makes glad,
On certain days it makes me sad.

A few good things about the rain…
It sometimes washes away the pain.
It comes down pouring from the sky,
It’s like the clouds own lullaby.

A few bad things about the rain…
I can’t ever play my baseball game.
It reminds me of my good friend Jane,
Who crashed last year in a wet four way lane.

The pouring rain is a beautiful thing,
It sometimes makes me dance and sing.
So what is the purpose of pouring rain?
I guess it’s just there to entertain.

Poem by Spencer Hicks