I hear leaves drinking rain; 
I hear rich leaves on top 
Giving the poor beneath 
Drop after drop; 
'Tis a sweet noise to hear 
These green leaves drinking near.

And when the Sun comes out, 
After this Rain shall stop, 
A wondrous Light will fill 
Each dark, round drop; 
I hope the Sun shines bright; 
'Twill be a lovely sight.