You blow in gusts across the mirrored street
And scatter pearls of silver at my feet
You blow against my mouth, I find you sweet
And warm and thrilling, blowing blowing rain
You blow against the buildings, make them bare
And wash away the dirt they used to wear
You blow your shining cobwebs in my hair
And make them shimmer, blowing blowing rain
You blow, and blowing sing to me a song of
Spring, a melody that makes me long
To see the world washed clean and free from wrong
With your bright shower, blowing blowing rain