I've heard of a place where it only rains
Between the dawns and dusks
So lilac, red, and orange hues
Can stream across the sky.

I know of a place where the thunderstorms
Are hushed and far away
So children can be lulled to dream
Of lions--placid, calm.

I've been to a place where there are no floods,
No torrents, and no hail,
Where lovers sit in the drizzle-falls
And dream in the pleasant chill.

I live in a place where the rain is sweet
And the river gently rolls
Where wind's eternal lazy glide
Turns fields to wide jade seas.

I'll rest in a place where the rain is light
And bluebirds greet the sun,
And the days that passed my windowsill
I'll see yet from my tomb.