Rain falls heavily, and quickly, on the windows I just cleaned,

And makes the barren plum tree bloom afresh with green.

It revives the flowers and awakens them for May,

And the calming April showers turn into sunny days.

 

Oh Earth, we call to your soils,

We open up your skies.

Come soothe us and refresh us 

With your rainfalls and sundries.

 

The clouds are now behind me,  but not for very long,

They'll catch up and pour down a raindrop-kind of song.

Lovely notes that splatter upon our sidewalks gray,

Some find them rather dreary, but I wish them to stay.

 

O Earth, we call to your soils,

We open up your skies.

Come soothe us and refresh us

With your rainfalls and sundries.

 

Does the thunder scare you? Or does it lend a thrill?

Do you find yourself amazed by the power of its chill?

If darkness ever leaves you in a place that you don't like,

Then just trust in the lightning to guide you by its strike.

 

Oh Earth, we hear your marvels,

Our rains are your cries.

Come soothe us and allow us

To open up your skies.