I rise in dawns early light
And I hear it,
I hear the rain coming down,
The rain falling from the grey sky
Bring water to our land.
It gets louder as more rain comes,
Then quieter as it eases,
Eases into drizzle,
But does not stop.
This means so much
As the dry earth can be renewed,
But to me it means so much,
So much more.
As if it keeps raining,
There will be no croquet,
No croquet today!