All the rivers are bending, and the mountains are peaking, and the flowers are blooming, and the meadows are rolling into waves that rush upon the shores and barely touch your toes. The clouds are crowding round us for some reason no one knows, and I said, hey, looks like rain. Then you lifted your hands and prayed, go away. You can come back some other day, but they stay, and you soaked under all of that gray, and the rain washed all our cries and pleas away. Now the season is changing, and the leaves now are turning, and the birds aren't singing, and the grass isn't green anymore than it used to be when the sunbeams lit it up. And the clouds are crowding round us just to say they've had enough, and I said, hey, looks like rain. Then you lifted your hands and prayed, go away. You can come back some other day, but they stay, and you soaked under all of that gray, and the rain washed all our cries and pleas away. And now the current takes us out, and all the ripples turn to waves. The wind begins caressing all the branches to a sway. The air shattered like glass and fell like crystals on your face. I took you in my arms, and I could hear you saying grace. Then I said, hey, looks like rain. Then you lifted your hands and prayed, go away. You can come back some other day, but they stay, and you soaked under all of that gray, and the rain washed all our cries and pleas away. And the rain washed all our cries and pleas away.