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!
Rain
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!
