Rain, oh dear rain,

I wish to see you, godly rain,

to breathe your pure scent,

to make you come so close,

to see you rule this world and more.


Come, my dear rain,

wash the dirt away,

be the one you are,

a storm, wind, a brawling man,

but nice and soft – desired pain.


Bring bliss and grief,

give meaning to the stone,

forgive those without a faith,

and comfort all those left alone,

destroy our burning pride,

kiss the mourning lands,

and fall upon our feeble hands.