Classic Poem

See , the rain is falling
On the mountain's side;
From the clouds dispensing
Blessings far and wide!
How the cooling shower
Brightens every flower,
Makes the sun-parched land
With fresh blooms expand.

Now the rain is over,
See the painted bow,
O'er the distant hilltop,
All its colors show
God is ever faithful;
Let us all be grateful,
For the rain and dew,
And the cloudless blue.