My fondest memories didn't happen on sunny days

'Cause when that summer sun was beating down

It was all work and no play

Daddy wasn't the only one who used to pray for rain

When the smell of a storm would fill the air

I'd put that farem in my rear view mirror

As the rain soaked the ground, it was too wet to plow



I'd drive down that muddy road, wipers barely keeping up

She'd be waiting on the front porch, watching for my truck

We'd head for that ld boxcar, abandoned on the tracks

While they were riding out the weather back on the farm

There we were on a bed of straw

Breaking new ground, it was too wet to plow



And with the rhythm of the sound of the rain that was pounding

On that big steel door

Two lovers in teh dark were learning by heart

What rainy days are for

Now when I hear thunder I still wonder

What she thinks about when its too wet to plow



The strangest thing happened to me just the other day

I saw a storm moving in, when my telephone rang

On the other end of the line was a voice I'd heard before

She said if you wanna know who this is talking

Meet down by the railroad crossing

Baby look at those clouds, its too wet to plow



And with the rhythm of the sound of the rain that was pounding

On that big steel door

Two lovers in teh dark were learning by heart

What rainy days are for

Now when I hear thunder I still wonder

What she thinks about when its too wet to plow



Now when I hear thunder I don't have to wonder

What she thinkgs about when it's too wet to plow

Too wet to plow