Psalm of Rain

O, Rain, should pourdown heavily
to die down all my pangs,
O, Rain, should pourdown with monotonous sound
to break the silence of my heart stealthily.

Rain beseech you to remove the stigma of sky
and quench the thirst of earth,
I pray you to wash away my futilities
and remove the deadlock of my life.

Rain, you turn the hard clod into soft
and subdue the dust of air.
Why donot you soften my heart
with pouring down rapt.

O, Rain you bring down the rainbow,
colour the sky in varities.
Why donot you help to bloom my colourful dreams
and let these ever grow and grow.