When Tlaloc Doesn't Rock

Rain, rain, go away.
And maybe come around laters,
When I'm safe and sound, under ground,
You can rain upon the skaters.

Please don't rain on me,
Or on my sweet little wife
Who's stuck at school, so uncool,
Freezing off her life.

Please stop raining on us
When we're in the car.
The wipers cast at maximum blast,
But we're not getting very far.

Please cease raining,
Until we can get inside,
And be dry, and three stories high,
And not have soaking hide.