The rain falls aloud to dress tired grounds,
And mark the places where flowers grows,
Waters climb out from the soft clouds,
Cool our thirst when the sun glows.
Swirling rain bring hurricane to the trouble seas,
Waves of beacon scream from the ocean,
Marching with the beat of noise in rifle streams,
And none that came would return again.
Down the road showers wash away the pain,
And become a source we need to survive,
Like the joy we share when we fall in love again,
And the magic of life turns everything alive.
Below the ground, invisible roots set off,
And seek moisture to find the upper land,
As long as it lives it will never forget,
Stopping a little and waiting for the rain.
To tell the thrushes and sparrows in the meadow,
About the wind that blows and bring the rain,
As a tune to water the ground with fresh dew,
And retreat back in the clouds to heaven.