The clouds hang low
In the western sky
The sun has gone
After bidding goodbye
The sighing breeze
Has a story to tell
Of the silent rain
That falls untrammeled
Yet again
A caressing touch
To farm and field
Brings on a harvest
of bounteous yield
A heavy downpour
Fills rivers and lakes
Quenching the thirst
Of man and beast
Yet again
Once upon a time
In the days of yore
When grateful hearts
Would come to the fore
Hands joined in prayer
Were always there
Humble souls rose up
In joy and piety
Yet again
How things have changed
From then to now
No time to count
Our blessings and bow
The pace of life
Has changed somehow
Our faces lined with furrowed brow
And watching us in mute agony
Is the silent rain
Yet again
