Rain is falling like the drumbeat
Chanting rhythm of ancient songs
Quiet and hid behind the wind
The faithful record echoes faint.
Rain is falling like a stillness
Upon the silent earth below
The deep is filled with its silence
Underneath a frozen heaven.
Rain is falling like an ocean
And swelling like an orchestra
Tides are rising in the falling
Ever relentless in their cry.
If rain were falling, would we know?
Within the windows that we’ve wrung?
Beyond our panes, is reigning on:
The war of stillness and the drums.