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Rh When you notice da air it stan's stock still, An' da blackbird's voice it gits so awful shrill, Dat am da time fuh rain.

When yo' dog quits bones an' begins to fas'. An' when you see him eatin'; he's eatin' grass: Shoes', trues', cert'nes sign ob rain!"

No, Brother Simmons, we kin safely say, 'Tain't gwine tuh be no rain to-day, Kase da sut ain't fallin' an' da dogs ain't sleep. An' you ain't seen no spiders fum dare cobwebs creep; Las' night da sun went bright to bed, An' da moon ain't nevah once been seen to hang her head; If you'se watched all dis, den you kin safely say, Dat dare ain't a-gwine to be no rain to-day."