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When it rains, and with the rain / Never bird has heart to sing, / And across the window-pane / Is no sunlight glimmering; / When the pitiless refrain / Brings a tremor to the lips, / Our tears are like the rain / As it drips, drips, drips -- / Like the sad, unceasing rain as it drips.
When the light of heaven's blue / Is blurred and blotted quite, / And the dreary day to you / Is but a long twilight; / When it seems that ne'er again / Shall the sun break its eclipse, / Our tears are like the rain / As it drips, drips, drips -- / Like the endless, friendless rain as it drips.
When it rains! weary heart, / O be of better cheer! / The leaden clouds will part, / And the morrow will be clear; / Take up your load again, / With a prayer upon your lips, / Thanking Heaven for the rain / As it drips, drips, drips -- / With the golden bow of promise as it drips.