It's raining,
it's pouring,
the old man is snoring, Irene is
here,
though he has no fear, because he
won't be up till' morning.
Though when morning comes,
the thunder booms,
the wind shakes his
house.
Obviously, he begins mourning.
Hours later, the storm is done,
lots of fixing is needed to be done.
So he finally gets out of bed,
but bumps his
head,
and won't be back till' next morning.
