I love the rain, the clear cool rain. A'falling to the earth; A magic moisture from above. That fills my heart with mirth. It cleanses air, and washes land. And gustens in the light. It comes to us most any time, In midst of day or night. Sometimes I think 't'will never stop; Then suddenly it clears and the results of all its work So suddenly appears. The world is clean. The grass is green. And flowers seem to dance. Because the rain, the precious rain, had given them a chance. To thrive and grow and even show. Their color, and their form, In gentle rain, a gentle rain. Or torrents of the storm. I walk in peace, observing all. with rain upon my face. For rain reminds me once again, The world's a wondrous place.