Hail to thee, O Rain!

The sharp needles of summer are blunt
And lazor of the noon doesn't perforate the skin!

.                                     Hail to thee, O Rain!

Once again kiss the December's frozen lips
And his cool breath blows through our bones!

.                                    Hail to thee, O Rain!

Don't run away though you are bound
For Summer tortures while you relieve of our wounds!