Chicagoland! Sing along with me:

   

It's raining; it's pouring.
    The old man is snoring.
    He bumped his head as he went to bed,
    And couldn't get up in the morning.

Or, perhaps you prefer an adage: April showers bring May flowers.

Or, a poem:

Rain
     
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

Shel Silverstein 

Or two:

Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I new 'twas Wind --
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as sand --
When it had pushed itself away
To some remotest Plain
A coming as of Hosts was heard
It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools
It warbled in the Road --
It pulled the spigot from the Hills
And let the Floods abroad --
It loosened acres, lifted seas
The sites of Centres stirred
Then like Elijah rode away
Upon a Wheel of Cloud.

Emily Dickinson 

Or, my personal favorite:

    Rain, rain, go away,
    Come again another day. 

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Comments

[ellen b]

Oh my these weather patterns this year are nutty!!
Hey soon you'll be hearing a different kind of pitter patter around your house grammy!

[Kim from Hiraeth]

WaHOO!

I will definitely dance in the rain with my grandchildren.

[rosemary]

Trade ya: my snow for your rain. Deal?

[Staci at Writing and Living]

We're singing the same song in Missouri today.