Booming from the sky,
like a weeping lullabye,
Pouring down below,
to the seeds and plants we sow,
Pounding on our roofs,
like so many broken tooths,
Fading away by night,
until the morning light.
Booming from the sky,
like a weeping lullabye,
Pouring down below,
to the seeds and plants we sow,
Pounding on our roofs,
like so many broken tooths,
Fading away by night,
until the morning light.