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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wet Weather Talk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It ain't no use to grumble and complain;<br>It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice:<br>When God sorts out the weather and sends rain,<br>W'y, rain's my choice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men giner'ly, to all intents--<br>Although they're ap' to grumble some--<br>Puts most their trust in Providence,<br>And takes things as they come;--<br>That is, the commonality<br>Of men that's lived as long as me,<br>Has watched the world enough to learn<br>They're not the boss of the concern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With _some_, of course, it's different--<br>I've seed _young_ men that knowed it all,<br>And didn't like the way things went<br>On this terrestial ball!<br>But, all the same, the rain some way<br>Rained jest as hard on picnic-day;<br>Er when they railly wanted it,<br>It maybe wouldn't rain a bit!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this existence, dry and wet<br>Will overtake the best of men--<br>Some little skift o' clouds'll shet<br>The sun off now and then;<br>But maybe, while you're wondern' who<br>You've fool-like lent your umbrell' to,<br>And _want_ it--out'll pop the sun,<br>And you'll be glad you ain't got none!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It aggervates the farmers, too--<br>They's too much wet, er too much sun,<br>Er work, er waiting round to do<br>Before the plowin''s done;<br>And maybe, like as not, the wheat,<br>Jest as it's lookin' hard to beat,<br>Will ketch the storm--and jest about<br>The time the corn 's a-jintin' out!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These here cy-clones a-foolin' round--<br>And back'ard crops--and wind and rain,<br>And yit the corn that's wallered down<br>May elbow up again!<br>They ain't no sense, as I kin see,<br>In mortals, sich as you and me,<br>A-faultin' Nature's wise intents,<br>And lockin' horns with Providence!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It ain't no use to grumble and complain;<br>It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice:<br>When God sorts out the weather and sends rain,<br>W'y, rain's my choice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice:
When God sorts out the weather and sends rain,
W'y, rain's my choice.

Men giner'ly, to all intents--
Although they're ap' to grumble some--
Puts most their trust in ..."></div>
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