I am the rain
Held in disdain
Lotions and potions just add to my fame
The rhymed that in spain
Fall on the plain
The truth is I'm ruthless
I can't be contained.
I'm the rain
My friend the wind
With breath he is twinned
Blow high or low high
Tornadoes to spin
My mother the cloud
In widow's black shroud
Gives birth to the earth
Before fields can be plowed
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I'm the rain
My cousin the snow
Lays blankets below States that her falkes are but
The threads to the soul
Who ripens the plum
Is feared and revereds
He gives sight to the gun
Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I am the rain, am the rain...