Bring it down from the heavens
Let the cool rain run down their upturned faces
The coolness of its droplets
Will run through the cracks of the valley
And the booming of thy thunder
Will echo of the green mountain sides

She will quench a foliage’s dying thirst
To ease a blossoms opening
For the sweetness of its perfume
And the vibrancy of its color
Will welcome in spring herself

The clouds will part
To expose a sea of cloudless blue
It holds a sun shining down
With radiant rays of gold
And the death of a cold heartless winter
Will signify the infinite birth of spring