The sun is shinning and the rain is warm
no lightning nor thunder from the storm
Purity, so gentle, so sweet
free as a bird, lite as the feather at my feet.
My heart nor mind is heavy
my soul rest easily in the air.
Rain pouring down my face, heaven above
knowing each drop is from my fathers love.
As the river flows and the birds that sing
I treasure all these little things.
When your day gets hectic and you seem to frown
remember the warm rain that sprinkles down.