Rain softly falling,
Rhythm to the ears;
Though to some the rain seems,
Resembled to our tears.
The wet upon the skin,
The chilliness in the air;
It seems to me the rain,
Makes me more want to care.
Though thunder may roar,
And lightning fill the sky;
Almost always when it rains,
It makes me feel high.
There is no joy
Greater than a rainbow,
A band of color
Stretched through the sky,
Bringing a special feeling
Nothing else can bring.
As out my window I did look
A rainbow did I see,
A rainbow bright and beautiful
In all its glority.
I followed the rainbow to its end,
And what my eyes beheld
Was so magnificent a sight
My eyes with wonder yelled.
A pot of gold, you think it is?
No, not so trite a thing.
Far richer was this sight of sights
Than all material things.
For at the rainbow's end I saw
In all its glory full
Old Faithful rising to the sky
Outside my window sill.
I walked out on the lawn
One day in early dawn,
And there to my surprise
Were flowers saying hi's;
Pretty yellow dandies
Bright as sugar candies,
From God to Earth sent down
To brighten up the town.
Bird, why do you fly by so?
Fly by my ear and run away.
Do you not know that I am here?
Or is it just a game you play?
I see a mountain meadow
Hidden away in a valley
Far from the noise of civilization.
The mountains rise above it
Strong and powerful.
A river runs through it,
Settling into a lake,
Then running downhill again.
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