It falls from the sky like a drop of the sun,
It always falls, no intent of stopping, it ne'er slows,
It always insists on dropping, it stops for none
It does what it will, goes where it goes.
It touches thy skin like a silken wing,
Encasing thee in a heavenly trance,
Stopping thy worries, and numbing thy sting,
Making thee feel secure, even when relying just on chance.
Wetting thy face, drenching thy clothing.
Thee has always bade that on another day, it come again.
Falling, falling, whilst the freezing wind is blowing.
Thee is found always peering at the sky, looking at the clouds, hoping for rain.