The sun is brightly shinning how I wish that it would stop .
Its so hot – a dark spot drifts in and its low ,
Hey , guess what , maybe it might rain , you never know .
No , Its still the same .
The same sky , the same sun ,
The same low down cloud with no rain .
It seems somebody has forgot to shake that cloud again .

Hey you down there mere mortal man ,all you do is complain .
Shake it away , take it away , far far away from me .
You complain about the weather , instead , just let it be .
So ,I'll let the rain fall for you , just stop complaining please .

Oh no ,
The rain's too heavy , how I wish that it would ease .
Its too wet now ,
Hey , maybe could you bring the blue sky back .
And For God's sake give me a break before I start to crack .

Hey you mortal man , I'm going to get my big grindstone ,
And grind your complaints into dust, and where the wind has blown ,
I will scatter all the hard times, far far away from you .

Hey, thanks for the break but there's something I need to ask you .
Its hot again without rain and my crops are being burned .
The wind is blowing wildly and the hard times have returned .
If you could only make it perfect here in the world today .

All right then mortal man maybe I'll take it all away .
Huff it away , puff it away ,far far away from me .

Thanks God at last , there'll be no complaints in eternity .

By Paul McCann