Praise crazy. Praise sad.
Praise the path on which we're led.
Praise the roads on earth and water.
Praise the eater and the eaten.
Praise beginnings; praise the end.
Praise the song and praise the singer.

Praise the rain; it brings more rain.
Praise the rain; it brings more rain.

"How Beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!

-"Rain in Summer

Ah, what wondrous joys the rainy season presents,
Waving green grasses, gardens scattering scents;
Dulcet sounding drizzle, rain drops agleam,
Everything attractive, winsome every scene,
Ah! the rainy season gladdening in extreme.
The clouds drunk with joy are flirting with the breeze,
And with thunder blasts fill the land and lea;
"Water, water, everywhere," the land looks a lake,
Gardens stand drenched, verdure water-bathed,
Ah, the rainy season, how it exhilarates!
Undulating grasses, drunken clouds on high,
The sky specked with cloudlets, mosses red and white;
Everything is getting drenched, from the moon to the minnows lithe,
Who but you, O God, can such colors provide!
Ah, the rainy season, bursting with delight!

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Under various names, I have praised only you, rivers! You are milk and honey and love and death and dance. From a spring in hidden grottoes, seeping from mossy rocks, Where a goddess pours live water from a pitcher, At clear streams in the meadow, where rills murmur underground, Your race and my race begin, and amazement, and quick passage.

Listen to the rain Here it comes again Hear it in the rain Feel the touch of tears that fall — they won't fall forever In the way the day will flow all things come, all things go.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

I would I were alive again
To kiss the fingers of the rain,
To drink into my eyes the shine
Of every slanting silver line,
To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze
From drenched and dripping apple-trees.
For soon the shower will be done,
And then the broad face of the sun
Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth
Until the world with answering mirth
Shakes joyously, and each round drop
Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.

Narrated Aisha: Whenever Allah’s Messenger saw the rain, he used to say, O Allah! Let it be a strong fruitful rain.

Lovely rains, knowing their season,
Always appear in spring. Entering night
Secretly on the wind, they silently
Bless things with such delicate abundance.

And the water below gives a gift to the sky
And the clouds give back every time they cry
And make the grass grow green beneath my toes.

Oh, linger, little river! Your banks are all so fair,
Each morning is a hymn of praise, Each evening is a prayer.
All day the sunbeams glitter On your shallows and your bars, And at night the dear God stills you
With the music of the stars.

I'm no stranger to the rain.
But there'll always be tomorrow,
And I'll beg, steal, or borrow a little sunshine.
And I'll put this cloud behind me,
That's how the man designed me
To ride the wind and dance in a hurricane.
I'm no stranger to the rain.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him, all creatures here below!
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!