Clouds burst and the rain falls;
Down, down it tumbles towards thorns and the rivers,
We feel it, we hear it, it raps and taps against our homes, it cascades down our cheeks;
Summer rain, cool cloth to wash away the heat from the hottest days, and the flowers they hang, they droop, weighted with droplets, drinking and soaking the crystal clear summer rain.
The next day dawns, the sun rising to claim those little droplets of dew,
In mornings light, they hang, fog just above the ground;
Streaming sun sends shimmers through from within, lighting the grass in fields of diamond,
then shall we be rich with beauty before, they rise to the clouds once more and we wait for another summer rain.
Down, down it tumbles towards thorns and the rivers,
We feel it, we hear it, it raps and taps against our homes, it cascades down our cheeks;
Summer rain, cool cloth to wash away the heat from the hottest days, and the flowers they hang, they droop, weighted with droplets, drinking and soaking the crystal clear summer rain.
The next day dawns, the sun rising to claim those little droplets of dew,
In mornings light, they hang, fog just above the ground;
Streaming sun sends shimmers through from within, lighting the grass in fields of diamond,
then shall we be rich with beauty before, they rise to the clouds once more and we wait for another summer rain.
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