It’s raining cats and dogs.
The sky is sad and gray.
The windows have a touch of fog
And no one’s out to play.
But soon the sun will shine
The smell of wet, sweet pine
And no one will have a clue
I had the Raining Blues.
And when the sun does shine
The smell of warm, sweet pine
Outdoors will be just fine
And be filled with great delight.
And when the sky is a blue
River of sparkling jewels
Then there will be no use
On having
The Raining Blues.
Ann Richards School
9th