The rain pours down with stories old
With memory too precious
And recollection too dear
For human eloquence to unfold.
The rain pours down it's stories sharing
To all with ears to hear
Of mighty rivers quenched
And ancient seas long dried.
The rain pours down telling only One Story
It's constant choir ever singing
The essence of all stories
Which all shall one day tell.
The rain pours down the Story proclaiming
That Providence -God's mighty hand
Is stronger than Nature ever changing
Stronger even than the hearts of Men.
The rain pours down it's Story hated
By all men that have ere drawn breath
That love the freedom and the will
More than the yoke and the bliss.
The rain pours down it's Story loved
By all whom Providence has chosen
Elect for sorrows now to bear
But soon to dwell in peace.
The rain pours down it's Story told and ever telling
Inconceivable and strange
But joy nearly tangable
To all who see the Sun.
The rain pours down it's Story a mercy
To all the sons of Prideful Man
Reminding Man of his weakness
Reminding Man of God.