It has been falling from the mouth of Freyr
Since the day that I was born
Brought growth to a Tuscany vineyard,
Crops to a farmers land.
Has spoiled a sunny summers day
Of forever lasting smiles,
Made Noah build for God an ark
For mankind and land animals.
Had Perperuna dance in times of drought,
A ceremony of sprinkled water
Created puddles, deep and wide,
For children to run through, jump over.
One day when I am in the presence of Cailleach Bheur
On the oncoming feast of Bealltainn,
I will ask this old Divine Hag if she can,
Tell me the colour of rain.