The sound of rain drops beads of water on the window pane.
    For some reason, this silence calms my heart.

    The pouring water nurtures the forest fairies
    and all living things. 

    Following the tree leaves down, returning to deep within Mother Earth,
    it counts away thousands of years...

    The fairies have all been hiding for so long; 
    the rush of everyday weighs down my soul.

    On rainy mornings, a miracle occurs;
    a voice I could no longer hear before has sung once more.

    The melody of the water falling over and over again
    was my lullaby in childhood! 

    On rainy mornings, angels descend
    and wrap this changing earth in green.

    Following the leaves down, soaking my hair
    The refrain of thousands of years...