Weather, Weather

"Rain, Rain,
Go away!"
That's what other children say.
But if you ask me
I disagree,
I wish the rain would stay.

Clouds, Clouds,
Darkened shrouds,
My praise of you, I speak aloud.
Your gloom arcane,
When you bring rain
And chase away the crowds.

Sun, Sun,
You're a bitch.
Die.