Gently down falls the rain,
Washing the world of sin and pain.
Clearing us of trouble and hurt,
Growing flowers,wetting dirt.

The sun is a playful child,
Jolly, but with sins piled.
Why does the earth scorn rain so?
For it just washes away their woe.

Without rain, the world would die,
Plants would shrivel up and cry,
Humans and animals dead of thirst,
Would wonder why they were cursed.

The rain is kind and sweet,
Strong and never accepts defeat.
Drop by drop the rain does fall,
Healing the earth protecting us all.