Come Rain

Come rain, come; let the swallows fly Let womb of swollen seeds travail Let the prison wall of dust now die Come rain, come in water, sleet, and hail Come rain, come and brim the dusty eye Let the heart its sorrows melt today Sublimate our griefs into a sigh Distill clouds into a brighter day Tears show us the rainbow of the soul To think that dust the lights spectrum break And life's struggle is the prism of our gold Come rain, tell the nightingale now awake Tell the grass to cushion still our feet And let green things feel their jubilee God in us will make our hope complete Come rain, pour his Spirit upon me.