Now falling, falling from the sky,
There comes a pleasant strain,
That lights with joy the floweret's eye, —
The music of the rain.

And falling, falling on the roof,
And on the window-pane,
It breathes of love that needs no proof, —
The music of the rain.

And falling, falling down in showers,
It cheers the waving grain,
And gives delight to summer hours, —
The music of the rain.

And falling, falling in its mirth,
It wakes to life again
The fainting world of lovely birth, —
The music of the rain.

And falling, falling sweet and low,
It falls on hill and plain,
And speeds the rills that dancing flow, —
The music of the rain.

And falling, falling from the eaves,
It mingles its refrain
With his who waits to gather sheaves, —
The music of the rain.

And falling, falling far and near,
It never falls in vain:
Oh, welcome then, with heart sincere,
The music of the rain!