Rain, rain, do thy best to cleanse
The pesky pollen from the scene.
Aided by the most able winds,
Make the Earth again clean.
With the power of waterfalls,
Remove the coats of yellow dust,
Of allergies and nasal forestalls,
Make hayfever a fellow bust.
If it were only gone for good,
And the land again be green,
In glory to every neighborhood,
Once more again to be pristine.
Let the flow drain away well,
A memory that’s best forgotten.
Where it’ll go we cannot tell,
Somewhere it will turn rotten.
Worse in twenty-five years,
‘Tis so very sad to have to say,
Can’t help but fight off the fears
That it will be back in a day.
It makes us very sad to learn
That altogether too soon
It’s making its way to return,
Waiting for the full moon.