A SONG OF THE RAIN O rain, sweet rain,
Slippery on the earth,
You bring life;
The plants bend and greet you,
Flowers bloom in rapture.

You drip from the trees,
And the air feels fresh,
You wash the sorrows,
And paint the paths again,
In a dance of joy.

What will you leave behind?
The glistening leaves,
And bright pools of laughter,
In the heart of the village,
Remembered each year.

• Bessie Head