The fallen (where the water went)

Rain falling hard
upon the earth
birds singing the morning
and the dawn's song
pitter-patter pitter-patter
i can hear the melody

i see the water here
pouring o'er all the land
all it really needs is one
a caring gardener
pitter-patter pitter-patter
the sweet harmony

gathering in the lowest
running further down
into the valleys and streams
let it never resound; resonate in hearts
it is the alto's song