We rejoice during the Day of the Rain

When the drops that corrode our pain

fall from the clouded skies

A blessing under no disguise

People flock and pitch their tent

The cover where they need no longer vent

Worries will soon flee from here

Our people will shed not another tear

The sky will turn a surrealistic gray

Our fears it will push away

Ridding us of our source of hate

Releasing us from our cruel fate

That day of our year when we have no spiritual migraine

Is our beloved Day of the Rain