Couldn't resist from puttin' this one on here as it's the title of an older poem that I wrote at the end of a drought while watching my 3 little boys splash in the mud in their underwear! Still makes me smile. One of those little fellers is now 5 years onto the way to becoming a priest, one is a new father of my month old grandson and one is getting married this June! Oh my, how time flies!
The rains that fall are the best of all
They make a cowman smile
He slops thru' the mud as happy as a stud
Who's been turned with the mares for a while
The rancher putters in the shop amid the slop
And he hums a happy tune
You can't make him mad or even very sad
City folk think he's a loon!
But now the grass will grow, this he'll know
His cattle will fatten, not die
And he might make a dime for all of his time
He grins as he looks at the sky
City folk don't like rain, they think it's a pain
Us cowboys watch it and grin
City folks don't know that it makes things grow
God will forgive them that sin
So if you see a man in a hat and he's not too fat
And he's wearin' a great big grin
It means his cattle sold well or it's rainin' like hell
Or............... it's set in to rainin' again!