THE RAIN

            See the silver raindrops falling

            On the emerald fields and trees.

            On the leaves and timid flowers, 

            So lovely to behold!

            They fall on children playing.

             On barrio lanes so freely.

             How these chi on cities far away;

             All unmindful of the cold!

            How they fall on huts and houses. 

            On woodlands, and endless plain,

            On rivers and tail mountains;

            And on cities far away;

            How they cover the tree and cane-fields

            And the palms with their caresses,

            In the coolness of the breezes, 

            Coming from the distant bay.

            Now the earth with gladness laden,

            Sings to heaven all its parise,

            And I  this prayer humbly raise,

            "Lord, let this rain come again,"

            There is joy and great contentment,

            On the face of eager Nature;

             For she finds the greatest pleasure;

             At the coming of the rain.