Rain...

Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day.

Whoever made up that little ditty must have been in the throws of a rainy July.

As for me, on this April evening I would more likely say:

Rain, rain, wash away
All the dirt, 'cause here comes May.

May, who brings the trees to blossom,
After months of playing possum.

Then comes June with her delights
Soft with breezes blowing kites.

Ya......and then comes the rain for July......hope it doesn't actually happen that way or we'll be settin' up camp in a mud hole.

Lord, may July be just as lovely as it can possibly be. We won't want to be singin' that rain song then. Thanks.