Here comes the stuff that farmers pray for
Even though they can’t make hay for;
It demonstrates the smallest flaws of
Roofs; and games get called because of.
It forces girls to buy umbrellas
Or wait around on car-blessed fellas.
It dampens the most ardent wooer;
It makes blue Monday even bluer.
But on this day I have not panned
The rain. We had a picnic planned.
by Ray Romine Monday, September 1, 1952
