I-Rain-Ical People

We are a bunch of I-rain-ical people

We complain when it doesn't rain

We complain when it does 

Surely leaving the poor rains 

Oh so confused

We sing songs and hymns

Asking for rains

And when it does

We just want it to go away

To the plains of Spain 

When the temperature soars

We pray that it pours

Quenching the thirst

Of a parched earth

Then we receive respite

And it rains with all its might

We just can't wait for it to end

When it doesn't rain

We complain 

About the humidity and sweat

That end up making our clothes wet

And then it rains 

But we continue to complain 

About the downpour 

that soaked us to the bone

The summer heat

Leaves us smelly and wet

But when it pours 

And we are drenched head to toe

We liable to catch a cold 

From our wet clothes

Sometime we sing 

for showers of blessings

And sometimes we want

the Rain to go away

Never to show its face again 

I am definitely sure

That the poor rain Gods

Are totally confused 

Whether to rain down

Or leave the earth parched

Cause we can't make up our mind

If we want it to rain or not

Ending being totally I-rain-ical