"I'm just a little black rain cloud... Hovering under the honey tree."
Hi there you little black rain clouds. Remember me? I'm the one that recited a little poetry to you a couple of months ago. You remember the clever little poem that goes, "Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day. Little Sherry wants to play?" Well...um, it's another day...and you're welcome to stop by for a good long visit. :)
Wait...I hear thunder! Oh, yes! Here's the rain! I thank you and my rain-washed roses thank you.