The rain is washing trees and air--
Steady,cleansing, like a prayer.
It washes all the grime away--
Freshing, healing, life today.
The thunder beats its big bass drum--
Rumble, rumble, more to come.
The rain renews the steady beat.
Crops will grow. Yes, folks will eat.
A crash of cymbals joins the sound.
Rolling waves of rain come down.
Now thunder starts to call retreat.
Rain's still steady, strong, complete.
He covers the heavens with clouds;
he prepares rain for the earth;
he makes grass grow on the hills.
(Psalm 147:8 ESV)