Night is falling
The moon has grown
The crickets are calling
Tonight is the night
For the rain Spirits dance
Testing the silence
With conspicuous chants
They dance in the moonlight
Under the sky
Singing of starlight
For rain clouds they cry
For someone to listen
Without a trained ear
The howling of wind
Is all they shall hear
Falling rain as their music
Their dance floor, the sky
They sing in the treetops
By starlight they fly
The Rain Spirits scatter
If humans draw near
But if one is worthy
The Spirits appear
Those that are chosen
Are a precious few
But lucky are those
The Spirits appear to
When the rain is done falling
Morning mist does appear
The dancing will cease
The sun shall shine clear
The Spirits are gone
For the next few weeks
Till the ground becomes dry
And the flowers grow weak
And if by some chance
You hear the wind blow
Step outside you door
And look for their show
If the moon has grown
And the air is right
The Spirits will come
To dance in the night
Maybe by chance
Deep I the mist
The Rain Spirits will invite you
To join in their bliss