SILVER RAIN

The earth is parched and thirsty

And everything is dry

As a merciless summer sun beats down

And I hear the robin cry,

“Oh rain, oh heaven send some rain

Or Earth will surely die;

The ground is withered, food is sparse

And maybe so shall I.

Send us a refreshing breeze

And showers of silver rain

To refresh the land and quench our thirst

That life may be renewed again,

So on the lea green grasses grow,

Flowers bloom and lift their weary heads,

So honey bee and ladybug,

Wren and I may be fed;

So the forest glen will catch the breeze

And the trees once again sing,

So the butterflies will dance through air

On their silken, graceful wings”…

And robin cried beneath the weeping willow,

“Oh send to us your silver rain

To refresh the land and quench our thirst

That life may be renewed again.

Grace us with your rainbow’s

Glorious arch across the sky.

Send us your gift of silver rain;”

I heard the robin cry

in stagnant heat of summer morning

but clouds were gathering by noon…

God still hears and answers prayers.

Silver rain is coming soon.

By three the rain was falling,

soft, gentle raindrops coming down

from heaven, sliding off silver gray clouds,

pitter-pattering around.

A silver rain in summer heat

is a joyful, happy sound.

Daisy faces soon were smiling,

the lea, green, refreshed again

and the brooks were laughing gleefully,

thirst quenched by silver rain.

The grasses waved like a green sea

across the sun burnt plains

and the trees had caught the gentle breeze

and were singing once again

as a rainbow smiled across the heavens;

And the robin chirped a song of praise,

Seems to rain song sung the sweetest refrain,

joy f filled notes by summer’s eve

for Heaven’s gift of silver rain.