This Awful Weather

From the Atlanta Constitutlon. It's blazen' on the mountains an' it's scorchin' on the plain, Au, we'd all shout "Halleluia!" fer a week or two of raiu; Another old-time deluge fer forty days au nights Would start the craps to growiu' an' set the world to rights ! Of course, we ain't a growliu' since the Lord is doln' best: But we never saw sich weather north, or south, or east, or west: An' if Providence would only send the n-aters from the helghts In a rea'lar old-tiine deluge, it would set the world to rights I