The spring rain is falling,
Constantly for two days,
Creating soft music sound;
Rain whispers to me,
Hear the celestial music!
Rain musician beating drumsticks,
On the rooftops, hilltops, and human tops,
Creating the mellow music all around;
Bidding to recollect the ancient music!
Chords of my heart are awakened;
Notes of melodious music...
...rise and fall over my eyes and ears;
I am forbidden to expose the secret...
...hidden in the rise and fall of music!
Soft, gentle, and mellow music,
Produced with rain sticks,
Remind me the music of heaven;
God, the Great Musician,
Calling: bring your ears near to Me,
And hear the immortal sound!
MyKoul
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