WHO STOLE THOSE
GOLDEN RAYS OF SUN?
By Josie Whitehead
Who stole those golden rays of sun
And sent us rain instead?
And who has sent those drops of rain
To fall upon my head?
Who ordered that those dark black clouds
Should hide that sky of blue?
I know for certain it’s not me - -
But think it must be . . . . . you!!
We grumble when the rain comes down
Instead of being glad,
But without the rain we’d have no food
And things would be quite bad.
There’d be no water in our taps,
And tell me what we’d drink?
So a dry old world, without our rain,
Would be terrible I think.
We’d look out on a desert world –
No flowers or trees in sight –
And I think we’d pray for rain to come
And put our world to rights.
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