The Rain Falls

After the rain falls, A new joy of beauty was bringing, Reaching out! To wander forth again Hearing the loud thrush singing, Pouring out his soul with increasing pain, No where to rest after the rain falls? In the evening, when the shadows thicken, Silence forms from above all, Leaving a warm wind to quicken, With their sweet and adorable breath Perched on a leaf with blossom, Snooping down at the earth, While their souls enjoy fain, Relaxing after a day of pain The rain falls. After the rain falls, Couldn't sleep so I go out walking, Thinking about you and hearing us talking, Over the hill a bright star shines upon a green slope, When one stepped out, nothing was there. Then something fell from the sky, An angel so sad it made me cry, Reaching out The rain falls. Washing away the essence, As tears fall from the moon, Leaving you feeling purer, cleaner, Feeling loving and wanting to be nearer, Life stirs up our hopes within us, Being unkind to the heart and brain Not wanting thinks to turn out brusk, Foreseeing a rosier colourful future, Banished by toil and pain, The rain falls. After the rain falls, Earth is studded over with bloom, A new bud is formed on every leaf, Where the loud thrush, can sing again, Hearing a loud, melodious call, Over the meadows, As we see the sun dipping, The rain falls.