Why are your drops so wet and small?
Sometimes your thunders are quite loud,
And your lightning bolts are quite tall.
Every afternoon, at least a sprinkles falls,
And every time it does, the street gets soaked and wet.
It drenches the ground, the grass, and even the walls,
And I got pounded with every rainstorm that I met.
Thank you, O thank you, for making me soaked,
Thank you, O thank you, for watering the plants,
And I love you, even though your lightning smoked.
Only, why couldn't you have left dry my pants?
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