THE RAIN

Oh, the rain, like a song of a spirit, Falling soft on the old mossy stone. Each drop a note, in a symphony to hear it, A rhythm of nature, tenderly sown.

With fingers that sketch on the canvas of earth, It breathes into life every bud, every tree, Watering dreams, giving each project its birth, A dance with the clouds, setting wild hearts free.

Let it tap on the roofs, let it play on the floor, A lullaby sweet, where the rivers run wide, In the rich, soaked embrace, oh, the world we adore, In the pulse of the rain, where we quietly bide.

• Hope Mirrlees