Pouring Rain poem

When the rain comes, and the wind it blows
There are faces in the window of the ladies you know
And when the rain comes,& the wind it screams
We sit by the fire and we tell of our dreams

Oh when the rain pours, the old man snores
The children come inside,& we shut the doors
The fisherman and sailors, come sailing to shore
And we all love each other a little bit more

This piece is preferably to be sung with a mandolin; but the bard who is making an attempt can also try a lute if necessary.