Sprinkle, sprinkle, comes the rain,
Tapping on the window-pane;
To the dripping window-sills.
Laughing rain-drops, light and swift,
Through the air they fall and sift;
Thro’ the street,
With their thousand merry feet.
Every blade of grass around
Is a ladder to the ground;
On they come
With their busy zip and hum.
In the woods, by twig and spray,
To the roots they find their way;
Down they go
To the waiting life below.
Oh, the brisk and merry rain,
Bringing gladness in its train!
Listen to its cheery sound!