I hear the rhythm of the rain
wind- whipped drops falling 'round
Tapping on the kitchen window pane
I love the music in that lonesome sound

Walking through to morning's shower
daisies covered by mist in the dew
Calm and warm tame with power
life springs forth all fresh anew

Watching the world's sins melt away
anointing life with a chance to be
Feeling the sun light up the day
washing the blues away from me

So like the man built solely from tin
with a chest full of broken dreams
Rain falls softly on my skin
nothing quite the way it seems

As I watch the drops of rain
falling on the glass by and by
They run down from the window pane
there before the grace of you go I

Tate
Original version with music
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