first day in august the last rain was in may when the rainmaker came to kansas in the middle of a dusty day said the rainmaker to the people tell me what you are prepared to pay said the rainmaker to the people well i ll 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 burns the feet of the ladies see how they run called down the lightning 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 grey  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 come again another day