Twas the day after Easter, and all over town,
The people were praying that sunshine be found.
The rain, it was falling, the gutters were full,
The people walked slowly, their faces were dull.
All mammals but people lay snug in their beds,
While visions of sleep danced in most people's heads.
And the Easter bunny hopped down in it's hole
"I didn't expect this to be the North Pole!"
The children were anxious, they wanted to play,
But because of the mud, they were stuck in all day.
Oh, the teachers and parents, they let out a sigh.
Rainy April to all, and may winter please, please fly (away).
Thanks to Clement Clarke Moore for inspiring me almost two hundred years ago. And yes, his version was much happier. But I am happier also after writing another Christmas/Easter, rainy/complainy song. So there.