Mystical

Inspiration

Uplifting

Wishes come true.

When The Rains Come

(c) Mark Siet 2022

Butterflies whisper songs in the morning air

Just before the morning dew disappears.

Everyone listens at this time of year

When the rains come.

Oh she was dancing her umbrella held high

Around and around she wishes she could fly

In time she moves like the beating of a drum

When the rains come.

F/G. C

Falling falling falling

The sound of the water calling out to me

When the rains come.

Sometimes when it lets up we go for a walk

Everything smells so fresh and new

Caught in the middle it starts up once again

When the rains come.

When The Rains Come