Let it rain

There's a saying, issued forth by civil defense here on Hawaii Island whenever flash flood warnings are issued: Turn around, don't drown.  They've been warning of this for days. It's finally here.
It's a funny thing about rain, especially for those who live in the Southwest, that is, there's never enough of it, except when there's too much of it. For what it's worth, it's raining here too, messing up vacations, overrunning sewer systems in Honolulu just like it does in L.A.  As the toads frolic, I send you this Christmas poem.

Let it Rain
(Sung to the tune of Let it Snow)

Oh the weather outside is raining,
and this glass of wine I’m draining,
the tourists are mad, you bet,
they’re all wet, they’re all wet, they’re all wet...

Oh the sky looks like it’s melting,
as the rain, the roof is pelting,
the trickling stream's a-rush,
think I’ll just sit inside on my tush...

When I finally venture out,
don’t you know, I’m gonna get soaked,
so much water is pouring down,
toads in the driveway just croaked...

In the oven a pie is baking,
and another sip I’m taking,
so I'll sing with this foggy brain,
let it rain, let it rain, let it rain!

(This is why I don't write poetry.)

A hui hou. Malama pono. Aloha!