Summer rains are falling,
Falling on roofs…
Night or day it keeps falling,
Our souls if it could wash;
Our minds if it could refresh,
Could our lives be free?
Summer rains are falling,
On the soil of our ancestors;
Pure drops from above,
Fresh on the blooming flowers
Surely a part of the heart is glad
Surely a part of the soul it heals
Summer rains in summer days
Sweet remembrance when it’s past.
Summer rains are falling,
Falling from the skies…
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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love rain...good job!! the rain's sound makes hearts glad and its smell makes souls heal.



