Pitter patter falls the rain, on my window-sill,
Nose pressed to the pane I look out in thrill.
Silver liquid drops, drop flippety flop,
Playing a sweet sing song on my roof top.
Here comes the rain with Miss Cleaner in tow;
The streets are squeaky clean, the houses also.
The green is looking greener;
The off white has turned to white,
The joy in our heart is like soaring kite.
I love you God and thank you,
Here comes the rain and that is You.