Pitter Patter, the rain drops
Seem never to end.
When you think it’s all finish,
Pitter Patter, you hear it again.
The blessings God gave us,
Straight from the heavens above.
Glorifying us with showers
Expressing his love.
They seem like tears
Which sometimes gently washes away?
All our sorrows, all our fears.
And after, a brighter day.
Then comes the sunlight
Beaming through the sky,
Makes us give more thanks
To the almighty on high.
As in the beginning, he made
The heavens and earth
Man also in his true image
We were created
And now give birth
To a beautiful day
With sun and rain
Life’s precious commodity
We must all maintain.
Written by Ainsley Carter aka coolmccool
