I’ve started controlling the weather.
I know that it sounds quite absurd,
But wait till you hear why I say this
And then you’ll believe every word.
Last weekend I made a decision
To work on the garden, you see,
As long as the weather was pleasant
As the forecasters said it would be.
I got out my gloves and my wellies,
My trowel, my rake and my hoe.
I dug out the key to the back door,
So, then I was ready to go.
As soon as I walked through the doorway,
I felt something land on my face.
The raindrops got bigger and colder
And rapidly picked up their pace.
I looked at the grass and the soil,
And faced a stark fact there and then;
There’d be no useful work I could do there
Until it was dry once again.
The very next day, there was sunshine.
Once more I collected my tools.
But right the way over my garden,
The rainfall had gathered in pools.
It needed a few hours longer,
Enough time to clear up and dry.
I honestly felt really hopeful
When I looked at the cloudless blue sky.
I busied myself somewhere inside
Till I felt that it must be okay,
Then picked up my bundle of goodies
To work through the rest of the day.
But as I set foot on the threshold,
I couldn’t believe what I saw.
The sky was now full of bad omens
And it soon began raining once more.
But now, I know how I can trick it
Into being the dry day I’d love.
I’m buying a brand new umbrella
And I’ll shout to the heavens above:
“Just look at my brand new umbrella.
To try it out would be so good.
It’s lucky for me that it’s raining,
So I can go out in the flood.”
I’m telling you now what will happen;
The rain will just dwindle and die,
The clouds will grow smaller, then vanish
Leaving nothing but blue in the sky.
You see, I’m controlling the weather
It’s quite an incredible knack.
So, I can get digging and mowing
And wishing the rain would come back.