Rain, glorious rain.
Take away the pain
Gone from the Arctic.
Ever cathartic.

Rain, glorious rain.
The outdoorsman's bane;
I be cavorting
You will be snorting.

Rain, glorious rain.
I can be so vain.
For this little rhyme
Becomes so much slime.

Rain, glorious rain.
Please, let her abstain.
Polar's no poet
Surely, she knows it?