The clouds are a pain

Wonderful wakeful tears thundering lights 
Blessed t' stars, I just gained one a' lost same on sight


The clouds are a nuisance such a nuisance 
They are, when the sun comes out 


I shall find a prod to quicken their steps 
And have the land gain its share of grace 


But wakeful tears and thundering lights 
Just as sometimes with the clouds in tow 


All that is crucial to soften the harshness 
Of the dry, from the sun so strong to burn 


Is just these clouds; such a nuisance they are 
Always around to bring t' rain, wakeful tears down