Something's Wrong With The Rain" - Tom Paxton, Bob Gibson, Anne Hills

I used to love to hear the rain come down

It used to whisper on my window

I’d lie awake and listen, and half asleep I’d murmur

«They got to love this rain in Iowa.»

I used to welcome every drop of rain

It came as manna to my garden

And in the sunny morning, I’d walk among the flowers

They used to look like they were on parade

But now we’re livin' on some sufferin' ground

The flowers withered and the grass turned brown

And now I’m prayin' when the rain comes down

The facts begin to be plain

And now we’re lookin' at a desperate year

On many faces there are traces of fear

Because it’s rainin', and it’s terribly clear

Unless I’m goin' insane:

There’s something wrong with the rain

I hear the thunder on the westerly wind

I watch the flickerin' horizon

The trees begin to quiver;

the sky begins to darken;

The rain is fallin' on the dusty ground

I used to love a rainy afternoon

The dogs and I would get so lazy

A gentle rain was fallin', we’d close our eyes and listen

I used to love it when it felt that way

But now we’re livin' on some sufferin' ground

The flowers withered and the grass turned brown

And now I’m prayin' when the rain comes down

The facts begin to be plain

And now we’re lookin' at a desperate year

On many faces there are traces of fear

Because it’s rainin', and it’s terribly clear

Unless I’m goin' insane:

There’s something wrong with the rain

There’s something wrong with the rain

There’s something wrong with the rain!