Weather Song
By Mary Bridges Canedy Slade
This is the way the cloud comes down,
Darkly, darkly falling;
So it covers the shining blue,
Till no ray can glisten through.
This is the way the cloud comes down,
Darkly, darkly falling.
This is the way the rain comes down,
Swiftly, swiftly falling.
So He sendeth the welcome rain
Over field and hill and plain.
This is the way the rain comes down,
Swiftly, swiftly falling.
This is the way the snow comes down,
Softly, softly falling.
So He giveth the snow-like wool,
Fair and white and beautiful.
This is the way the snow comes down,
Softly, softly falling.
This is the way the frost comes down,
Widely, widely falling.
So it spreadeth, all through the night,
Shining cold and pure and white.
This is the way the frost comes down,
Widely, widely falling.
This is way the hail comes down,
Loudly, loudly falling,
So it flieth beneath the cloud,
Swift and strong and wild and loud.
This is the way the hail comes down,
Loudly, loudly falling.
This is the way sunshine comes down,
Sweetly, sweetly falling,
So it chaseth the cloud away,
So it waketh the lovely day.
This is the way sunshine comes down,
Sweetly, sweetly falling.
This is the way rainbow comes down,
Brightly, brightly falling,
So it shineth across the sky,
Making fair the heavens on high.
This is the way rainbow comes down,
Brightly, brightly falling.
This is the way the leaves come down,
Gently, gently falling,
In gold and brown and crimson drest,
Rocked by the wind, they lie and rest.
This is the way the leaves come down,
Gently, gently falling.
Wonderful, Lord, are all thy works,
Wheresoever falling,
All their various voices raise,
Speaking forth their Maker’s praise.
Wonderful, Lord, are all Thy work,
Wheresoever falling.
