The rain is falling Tapping on the windows And falling gently to the ground Adding to the spring of life While running old life down The miracle of a raindrop Both builder and destroyer of things It gently strokes the growth of new But turns a hard heart the old ones For the old life clears way for the new Just as a mother gives her life's milk To feed her dearest possession Her tiny baby child, Rain gives its own life's spring To the young saplings, just as mild When the sun is too hot And burns at these buds of spring The rain comes to quench their thirsts So the buds are protected Even when the sun is at its worst As a solider, who braves the dangers And fights the powers of its enemies Rain battles away the clutter of old And clears the path for the newer life There is no fighter more bold. At the end of a storm Where the rain takes its final bow And the warm sun starts to glow The buds look up with hopeful smiles At the promise of a rainbow