Listen to the rain,
Music to the ears
The sky pours out
Her tender tears
That all us mortals
Woe begotten
And full of grief
Are not forgotten
By the passing time
For always it hears
The sobbing tears
Of the wailing sky.
Though she be but little, she is fierce – William Shakespeare
Listen to the rain,
Music to the ears
The sky pours out
Her tender tears
That all us mortals
Woe begotten
And full of grief
Are not forgotten
By the passing time
For always it hears
The sobbing tears
Of the wailing sky.