• Tiny blue drops float down from the sky;
    Showering everything as it goes by.
    I'm like a flower, I love the rain;
    And like a flower, I'm destroyed in hurricanes.

    I see a bright pattern over my head;
    A lightning flash can never be dead.
    I count out loud, one, two, three,
    Then gentle drums rumble; they're playing for me.

    In my veins, I feel a chill;
    The drops are getting colder, still.
    Heaven plays their drums again;
    And each drop begins to meet the end.

    I jump inside as it begins to hail.
    Creating a white, crystal veil.
    I'm like a flower. I love the rain,
    And now it's raining diamonds. Yay!