“I am blessed again, to hear the rain. Its tin-roof chatter, drums terrain While droplets pepper windowpanes. Between such bouts, life breathes again. Trite verse, reflects in warm refrain And strongly marks in human vein The blessed rain ¦ the blessed rain. Stiff winds spawn sisters to the rain These cyclone-progeny sustain Swaying blooms that pock the plains. While whole-blood kin can not restrain Or dull the edge of natures pain Neither dams nor sloughs can long retain The blessed rain ¦ the blessed rain. Sun oft does battle with the rain, This thunderous tryst ignites the chain As powers meld, their difference wanes Now nimbus tempests spread their reign The rainbows radiance explains The essence of our lives remains, The blessed rain ¦ our blessed rain”
