It's Raining Out in Kansas - A poem by Ed Blair

It's Raining Out in Kansas.

It's raining out in Kansas
Where it was so hot a while,
It's raining, yes it's raining,
And we're wearing that old smile.
The pools are filled with water
And the ground is soaked and wet,
And the weather cool, not hotter,
And we've most forgot to fret.

It's raining out in Kansas
On the farms and down the creeks,
And the stock that needed water
Now no longer vainly seeks.
And the plows are in the stubble
Where the wheat so grandly grew,
And the springs now freshly bubble
With the water that is new.

It's raining out in Kansas,
What a joy to those who toil;
For bread and meat for millions
Must come from Kansas soil.
And the seedbeds must be ready
Or the reapers cannot glean.
It's raining out in Kansas
And again we are serene.

It's raining out in Kansas,
What a joy its patter makes
For the rain will stop the chatter
Of the liars and the fakes.
And the wheat will soon be growing
In the green fields as of yore.
It's raining out in Kansas
And Good Lord^__just let it pour!

^__Ed Blair.