Now come the rains, the cleansing spring rains,
softening the soil, rousing the waking seeds.
Let the shoots rise. Let the buds release
their leaves and flowers. Let the sun
unfurl its rainbows in the fresh, blue sky.
Now come the rains, the singing rains,
gliding down the tree trunks, pouring
puddles on the streets, filling lakes,
feeding ponds, washing winter’s sleep
from the world’s eyes, and all the while
thundering its life-giving song.
Now come the rains. Give thanks,
and let your heart rise in gladness
for the advent of Spring, for the
cleansing, softening, greening rain,
and for its mighty song.