The Rain

Rain, oh rain, how sweet your sound,
As you pitter-patter on the ground,

Dancing in puddles, washing away,

All the dirt and dust of the day.

Your drops fall gently on the leaves,

And run down trees like sparkling streams, 

Your rhythm is soothing to the soul,

As you wash away all things old.

The fragrance of the earth fills the air, 

As you gently kiss the flowers there, 

The world is bathed in a soft light, 

As you fall from the heavens in delight.

Rain, you're a miracle from above,

A symbol of life, of growth and love,

So let us welcome you with open arms, 

As you refresh us with your charms.

And when you're gone, we'll miss your sound, 

The comfort of your embrace all around, 

But we know you'll come again one day, 

To dance and sing and wash our worries away.