First day in August
Last rain was in May
When the rainmaker came to Kansas
In the middle of a dusty day
Said the rainmaker said to the people
"Tell me what you are prepared to pay"
Said the rainmaker said to the people
"Now, I'm a-conjure up a rain today"
Ninety degrees 'neath the trees where it's shady
Hundred-and-ten in the hot sun
Heat from the street burned the feet of the ladies
See how they run

Called down the lightnin'
By a mystical name
And the rainmaker called on the thunder
And suddenly it began to rain
And the rainmaker passed his hat to the people
But the people all turned away
And the rainmaker's eyes and the Kansas skies
Well, they both became a darker gray

First day of August
The last rain was in May
When the rainmaker came to Kansas
In the middle of a dusty day
The rainmaker smiled as he hitched up his wagon
And without a word he rode way
Then the people of the town heard the sound of his laughter
And they knew the rain had come to stay
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day

Rain, rain, go away

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): BILL MARTIN, HARRY NILSSON