Rain

I don’t have pain,

when I look at rain,

And I look at the green meadows

Which fills my heart with glee.

Rain does a lot of things,

And helps to grow seedlings.

Then I go out and shout-YEAH!

And get wet in the rain.

When it rains rainbows form,

And on it are leprechauns.

Carrying a pot of gold.

Across the rainbow,

High and low,

They lie down beneath an oak tree,

With a mountain of gold.