Walking in the rain all alone.

Tripping thru' nature's home.

On the stage of the field ahead,

the water drops perform.

The trees murmur, sing and rejoice.

With the rains they found their voice.

No keening wail in tempests wry,

but a happy voice in joyous cry,

of nature reborn.

Walking in the rain all alone.

I need no friend, for company.

I want no body to come...

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