RAIN SONG
Raindrops tapping on the ground,
Making soft and silver sound,
Washing dust from leaf and street,
Cool and fresh beneath our feet.
Clouds are sailing dark and slow,
While the windy breezes blow,
Tiny puddles start to shine,
Like small mirrors in a line.
Children laugh and splash with cheer,
Thunder hums both far and near,
And the earth begins to sing
Happy songs for rainy spring.
RAIN SONG Raindrops tapping on the ground, Making soft and silver sound, Washing dust from leaf and street, Cool and fresh beneath our feet. Clouds are sailing dark and slow, While the windy breezes b