A Dark’nin’ Summer Shower

When a dark’nin’ summer shower comes a-rollin’ down the hill

And wets the thirsty concrete and the dried up daffodil

And housewives go to scamperin’ to get clothes off the line

I can’t help but go to smilin’, ‘cause all that suits me fine.

For I like to see the storm clouds, as they gather, roll and swarm

I know they sure do need the rain on the dried up cotton farm

I like the wind that leads the clouds and brings in cooler air.

The rain just makes a better day and it’s needed everywhere

I like to watch the raindrops as they smack into the dust

And enjoy the fresh’nin’ fragrance that rides the windy gust

I can tolerate some lightnin’ if it doesn’t come too near

The thunder’s crack and rumble provokes a lot of fear

A gentle April sprinkle can dampen things a bit

And the flowers in the garden are content enough with it

But the cotton and the corn, they want a bigger drink.

Yep, a dark’nin’ summer shower is best of all, I think.

By C. Walker (with apologies to James Whitcomb Riley)