It was a Thursday night under blue moonlight, a preacher came in the bar. He sat by me, he said, I can see you've got a heavy heart. Our maker made this maker's mark and somehow brought us together. And then he said, something else I'll always remember. If there weren't rainy days, there wouldn't be any crops for the farmers. Wouldn't be any ponds for a barber. Jesus never would have walked on the water. If there weren't rainy days, there wouldn't be a rope swing off a person. Buttholes wouldn't get nobody dirty. And flowers wouldn't be very dampered. So if on Sunday morning you bow your head to pray, thank God for rainy days. I thought about those words for a minute and bought us another round. It's hard to see your way out when you're already in it, but he brought me around. He said, don't beat yourself up when life gets tough. It always gets better when the sky ain't blue and your heart's in two and you're a little under the weather. Without rainy days, there wouldn't be any crops for the farmers. Wouldn't be any ponds for a barber. Jesus never would have walked on the water. If there weren't rainy days, there wouldn't be a rope swing off a person. Buttholes wouldn't get nobody dirty. And flowers wouldn't be very dampered. So if on Sunday morning you bow your head to pray, thank God for the rainy days. Son, I know you're wondering what I'm doing in a bar tonight. But just remember, he turned water into wine. And if on Sunday morning you bow your head to pray. Without rainy days, there wouldn't be any crops for the farmers. Wouldn't be any ponds for a barber. Jesus never would have walked on the water. If there weren't rainy days, there wouldn't be a rope swing off a person. Buttholes wouldn't get nobody dirty. And flowers wouldn't be very dampered. So if on Sunday morning you bow your head to pray. Son, on Sunday morning all you gotta say. Is thank God for rainy days. Thank God for rainy days.