words and music by Elizabeth Sidebotham
Calm is the scene after the rain, warm is the air after the rain.
new life begins and new shoots appear.
Rain in the spring is an overture to the year.
Winter snows have melted, Jack Frost has left his mark.
Dormant little seeds are willing now to venture from the dark.
After the rain, after the rain, after the rain, after the rain.
Through pan-shiny clouds a rainbow spans the skies.
For those who search, a pot of gold its prize.
New life begins again and new shoots appear.
Rain in the Spring is an overture to the year.
April showers have all passed by, birdsong fills the air,
green leaves cover every branch which not long since were bare.
After the rain, after the rain new shoots appear and a rainbow spans the skies.
After the rain, after the rain, after the rain, after the rain.