There in the distance you begin to hear the sound, Of thunder that speaks of the lightning’s flash; Sometimes streaking to some spot down on the ground, And then you begin to feel the raindrops as they splash.
The sky turns gray as from the clouds the rain pours down, The thunder roars and the rising wind does swell, A chorus arises made up of many a sound, The rain pours down, and, yes, all is well.
The flowers stretch their necks to take a welcome drink, As the life-sustaining water begins its welcome fall; Beauty that cannot be fully seen through page and ink, Is fully displayed to be enjoyed by all.
Oh Wondrous God Who has made it all to be, Whose voice is heard through the falling rain? Who has built into this world the wonders that we see, Who has made nature sing its wonderful refrain?
And sometimes in our lives the rain pours down, As trials and problems into our lives find a way, We are made sad; we are caused to frown, For it seems the rain has ruined our day.
But remember that the rain is followed shortly, By the bright sunshine, and the sky of blue, And no matter how hard the rain may be, God is always there, and always with you.
So when the sky turns gray and the rain pours down, When the thunder roars and the rising wind does swell, Listen to the chorus that arises, made up of many a sound, Yes, the rain pours down, and, still, all is well.
