In Harmony, it's raining and raining and raining, so here is a song for the rain, from Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. It appears at the very end of the play, and the Clown sings it.

When that I was and a little tiny boy,

With hey ho, the wind and the rain,

A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,

With hey ho, the wind and the rain,

'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas, to wive,

With hey ho, the wind and the rain,

By swaggering I could never thrive,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,

With hey ho, the wind and the rain,

With toss-pots still had drunken heads,

For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world begun,

With hey ho, the wind and the rain,

But that's all one, our play is done,

And we'll strive to please you every day.

P.S. I don't know about you, but I think the opening of Moby-Dick's chapter 3 is hilarious. Mysterious ugly motel art is timeless.