With the coming of the dawn,
Falls the whispering rain reborn.
Soothing sounds in sweeping fall,
Swallows the sonance nightly call.
Lenient wood winds gently flow,
Quiet percussions very low.
Wetting down the swaying grain,
Drinking up the gentle rain.
Rampant clouds in careless dare,
Phasing out the suns aware,
Layering under mornings light,
Bringing back the secret night.
Blowing in the braking dawn,
Wetting down the misty morn.
Sharing all in brewed accord,
In compassionate reward.
And in the rains slurring whisper
Blew the droplets hitting crisper,
Changing mist to rain in flight,
Causing echoes through the night.
No mothers care in satisfy,
Could sing a sweeter lullaby.