Rain

The sun is up and shining, and through my widow pane
The flowers they are growing, but need a little rain

The trees are growing taller, from Idaho to Maine
The spreading branches welcome, the sun as well as rain

The bee’s they are a buzzing, round blossoms in the grain
The honey will be flowing, as long as we get rain

The birds will keep on singing, the songs of love and pain
The birdbaths overflowing, as long a there is rain

Humans need these gifts to them, God given it is plain
These gifts all truly lovely, equally needing rain