How rainfall was made

I sing of the clouds turning grey on a chilly spring night

Grey turns into black but still no rain in sight.

I sing of a crisp late winter breeze roaming the air

In hopes one day it will rain but for now let’s go to the fair.

It's warm and cold, black and blue,

I sure hope in this strange weather I don't catch the flu.

I sing of birds still singing a beautiful song

But the grey sky looks too long.

But wait i forgot one thing!

The angels forgot to sing!

I sing of angels finailly singing their song

Now as it rains we have all got along.

Now this my friends is how rain was made,

And now you can tell your children someday.