Song of the Rain

The sound of the cascading rain in the roof's rusty and old, The whisper of the trees and the green leaves, And the embracing arms of the season; soft and cold Plus the beauty millions were deceived. The serenading murmur of the throng and the cry of the wild Signals the death of the sun and the birth of the tumultuos rain. The laugh of the grey-haired man and the whimper of the child Reminds me of the villains, great heroes had slain. All these and more, the rain brings Humane sorrow like that in the cold grave, I hear the tunes of the winter goddess the birds sing, Saying, "Mother Earth we have to save!"