It's pouring down again, oh what will we do
We'll end up with swimming pools or like a ducks web feet
Or fungus growing between our toes
It simply won't give up as the wind blows & blows
O Lord, it's pouring down again, Lord don't you know
We've had enough rain to float the QE2
Why can't you fix that jet stream where its meant to be!
so it rains now and again like it uses to be
O Lord, it's pouring down again don't you know
Why can't you direct some of this to those who really need it,
Places are crying out for some of this wet stuff
Really we don't want to be greedy,
O Lord, let me explain there are places out there
In the vastness of our world, crying out for rain
Really we mustn't be greedy their land's parched & cracking up
For lack of the wet stuff, there also crying O Lord
To plant and grow their seeds in a land that's so full of dust
Whilst ours is being drowned dragging in the mud
Lord why don't you set, that jet stream where its ought to be
Why must it be all or nothing or are you sleeping on the job Lord!
O Lord, it's pouring down again
Or have you given up, on us blooming lot,
We must scatter our seeds, the land that gives our bread
We need the sun to make it grow with the sweat, from our brow
Won't you please pull that plug to let the water go
To where it's most, need at this precise moment, Lord!
Like tears falling from our sky's someone's that's in torment
So please, please won't you put a sock in it.
Yes, Lord our world so full of pain I can feel some of it...
So let's cry for a little sunshine but not too much of it.
We can share the sun & the rain around this wonderful globe
So Lord won't you fix that jet stream that's gone AWOL!
O Lord, it's pouring again, it seems it'll never stop.
It's causing such misery and sadness all around our lot
They're all begging for the rain to stop.
Our farmers are in a pickle but then again so are we all
If their seeds they can't scatter our daily bread won't grow
Or are you punishing us O Lord, for the badness of our world,
But its always been the same Lord since time's, immemorial
Humans are an infallible lot, don't you know
So has there been a fault, my Lord in your design
When you created the man you've created a wondrous world, my Lord,
But when it came down to humans you failed miserably,
& that's including me, harping, on O Lord, but that's me!!
it's pouring again, can't you see, am supposed to believe in you
O Lord to a certain extent I do, the beauty of our world
Couldn't be made by man alone, a Supreme Being
There must be orchestrating our world,
Dear Lord as your sitting there with your massive batons
Don't forget to orchestrate, O Lord some of this rain away
And please install that jet stream, O Lord
Before its too late.
We'll end up with swimming pools or like a ducks web feet
Or fungus growing between our toes
It simply won't give up as the wind blows & blows
O Lord, it's pouring down again, Lord don't you know
We've had enough rain to float the QE2
Why can't you fix that jet stream where its meant to be!
so it rains now and again like it uses to be
O Lord, it's pouring down again don't you know
Why can't you direct some of this to those who really need it,
Places are crying out for some of this wet stuff
Really we don't want to be greedy,
O Lord, let me explain there are places out there
In the vastness of our world, crying out for rain
Really we mustn't be greedy their land's parched & cracking up
For lack of the wet stuff, there also crying O Lord
To plant and grow their seeds in a land that's so full of dust
Whilst ours is being drowned dragging in the mud
Lord why don't you set, that jet stream where its ought to be
Why must it be all or nothing or are you sleeping on the job Lord!
O Lord, it's pouring down again
Or have you given up, on us blooming lot,
We must scatter our seeds, the land that gives our bread
We need the sun to make it grow with the sweat, from our brow
Won't you please pull that plug to let the water go
To where it's most, need at this precise moment, Lord!
Like tears falling from our sky's someone's that's in torment
So please, please won't you put a sock in it.
Yes, Lord our world so full of pain I can feel some of it...
So let's cry for a little sunshine but not too much of it.
We can share the sun & the rain around this wonderful globe
So Lord won't you fix that jet stream that's gone AWOL!
O Lord, it's pouring again, it seems it'll never stop.
It's causing such misery and sadness all around our lot
They're all begging for the rain to stop.
Our farmers are in a pickle but then again so are we all
If their seeds they can't scatter our daily bread won't grow
Or are you punishing us O Lord, for the badness of our world,
But its always been the same Lord since time's, immemorial
Humans are an infallible lot, don't you know
So has there been a fault, my Lord in your design
When you created the man you've created a wondrous world, my Lord,
But when it came down to humans you failed miserably,
& that's including me, harping, on O Lord, but that's me!!
it's pouring again, can't you see, am supposed to believe in you
O Lord to a certain extent I do, the beauty of our world
Couldn't be made by man alone, a Supreme Being
There must be orchestrating our world,
Dear Lord as your sitting there with your massive batons
Don't forget to orchestrate, O Lord some of this rain away
And please install that jet stream, O Lord
Before its too late.
By Connie James
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