Listen to the rain, it's calling you along.
Listen to the rain, and it's beautiful song.
Hear it's lovely callings, hears it lovely sound.
Calling all inside it, calling all around.
Rain Rain, go away, everyone is waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the thunder and lightning to be done.
When it rains, darkness falls, and the sun just won't seem to rise.
When it's rains, so many people are thinking of there demise.
Listen to the wind, and it's beautiful chime.
It's almost like a poem, stressing the lovely rhyme.
Rustling the hair, or people at your sides.
Rustling the leaves on trees, until suddenly you died.
Wind wind,you're all around.
Never hurting,not making a sound.
Rustling all that is in it's path.
Feel it's power, feel it's wrath.
Wind will blow, and raindrops will fall
Listen to the poetry of the wind, and the rain's call.
Because, you never know how it might help you someday.
Just because the wind and rain, came and asked you to play.
