Oh, hear the hymn the heavens weave,
A thousand strings where clouds deceive
The barren earth, now drenched in light,
As drops compose the endless night.

Each leaf, a drum; each stone, a chord,
A choir raised to praise the Lord.
The rivers hum, the valleys sigh,
The rain ascends, though falling, high.

In streams of mercy, time unfolds,
A grace that waters hearts and souls.
The song cascades, a fleeting art,
Yet lingers deep in every heart.