I am the rain   Held in disdain   Lotions and potions just add to my fame   The rime that in spain   Fall on the plain   The truth is I'm ruthless   I can't be contained.      I'm the rain      My friend the wind   To breath he is twinned   Blow high or low high   Tornadoes to spin       My mother the cloud   In widow's black shroud    Gives birth to the earth   Before fields can be plowed      Up in the sky, we've demand to supply   I am necessity, base of the recipe      I'm the rain      My cousin the snow   Lays blankets below   States that her falkes are    The threads to the soul      My rival the sun   Who ripens the plum   Is feared and revered   He gives sight to the gun      Up in the sky, we've demand to supply   I am necessity, base of the recipe      Up in the sky, we've demand to supply   I am necessity, base of the recipe      I am the rain, am the rain         I am the rain, who's held in disdain   The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained...