"I have showered on field and fallow
Till I'm empty and dry," says one.
"I scowled at the people in Cross-in-Hands,
And was driven away by the sun."
"Oh, I am primed for a fight,
And if I can find one more
To challenge my path in the heavens
There'll be rumblings and flashes galore."
"Oh, I have a hatful of hail."
"And I have a share of sleet."