3. I Hear the Rain

I hear the rain,
I cannot see,
It coming down,
That’s odd to me.

I hear the rain,
It’s falling down,
I hear it splash,
Upon the ground.

It is so fine,
It’s hard to see,
Yet the leaves are wet,
Upon the tree.

I hear the rain,
I find it strange,
That it falls not,
Upon the pane.

I hear the rain,
It must be there,
As it gives to life,
I offer prayer.