It’s raining, it’s pouring
The kind of weather Thunor finds alluring
He rides His chariot through the sky,
under the Aesir’s watchful eye
It’s raining, it’s pouring
Lord Odin is roaring
In Asgard the Gods are dancing
Thunder and lightening are romancing
It’s raining, it’s pouring
Heimdell’s horn is blowing,
Across BiFrost to Midgard’s mighty mountain top
Dwarves are partying non-stop
It’s raining, It’s pouring
This Pagan is loring!
A story sprung from the mind and heart
Open a book, read and take part!
