what is the summary of  SONG OF THE RAIN by KHALIL GIBRAN

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 i dont no

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 This poem is about rain&importance of rain. This is personified and the itself talks to us.it says that when i fall i look like silver and thin threads of silver which keep the sky & earth connected.i am dropped by heaven beings known as gods by the people of earth.when i fall the nature i.e.the trees ,the rivers,the animals greet me and with my blessings the nature becomes greener and active.
It says i was once the beautiful pearl of the crown of the great goddess ishtar and the daughter of dawn took me out of it so that i could decorate her fields.
It says that when i fall the hills enjoy and laugh with happiness,the flowers smile and show their happiness and everybody on earth becomes happy &celebrate.
It says that the field and the clouds are lovers and i act like a messenger between them.i satisfy the thirst of people& fields.
When i arrive the thunder roars in my respect and when i leave the rainbow comes out.i am the life of earth whIch begin in soil and ends in the shadow of death.

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the poem is about the the importance of the rain that how much the rain is rain important for whole world

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 summary of song of rain?

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  stanza 1
the poet writes that it (rain) is sent on earth by the gods. nature welcomes rain to beautify her fields and valleys.

stanza 2
he says he was once pearls on the crown of queen ishtar but was plucked by the godess of dawn to embellish the earth.

stanza 3
he says that when there is rainfall all things are filled with joy and happiness.

stanza 4
he says that the fields and clouds are its lovers because-- it satisfies the need of water in the field , it lessen the heavy burden of the cloud.

stanza 5
before rainfall , thunder strike and announces the rains entry. the spotting of a rainbow shows its end.

stanza 6
rain has its roots in the sea ( evaporation). whenever it sees a dying field it showers water and rejuvenates flowers and tress

stanza 7
the pitter- patter against the window sill is always welcome but only few appreciate it .

stanza 8
heat causes evaporation and ultimately rainfall, rainfall however makes the atmosphere cool.

stanza 9 and 10
it says it evaporates from the sea, makes fields happy and is the tears of heaven.

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 Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. the rain falls in a rapid succession one after the other and appears like dotted silver threads . 

She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign's crown to embellish her gardens. The rain is plucked from the crown of Ishtar . Ishtar is the goddess of fertility and it is significant as rain enhances or adds to the fertility of nature . 

The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. Also the rain is a messenger of mercy rather than a messenger of love as rain is natures merciful blessing on earth . 

The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. 

She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. 

In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. 

Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. The sea heaves a sigh of sadness as a part of it is leaving from it. It heaves a sigh of relief as it will be coming back to it in the form of rain . It is the laughter of the field as the field is filled with joy when rain falls on its parched surface, thus replenishing it. The heavens shed tears as the rain, which has been a part of it for some time in the clouds, is leaving it. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran's hilarious and exquisite creations. 

Kahlil Gibran's song of the rain is a song sung by the rain which describes the dangerous journey of rain. 

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 i am beautifull pearls

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good

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 Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.

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 Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.

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 Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.

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Khalil Gibran is a Lebanese-American artist, poet and writer. In his poem Song of the Rain he appreciates and personifies the rain. The poem is a first person narrative. The poet has used various figures of speech. The use of metaphors, similes, alliterations and hyperboles add to the beauty of the lyrical description of the water cycle. The poem begins with the physical description of the rain drops falling as silvery threads from the sky. The rain herself talks about her arrival. She adorns the nature and finally departs.

She is rain, she is life. She is the mother. She carries mercy between the lovers, the clouds and the fields. When she laughs the whole vegetation, the hills, the springs and rivers all join in to celebrate in her happiness. The whole nature adjust according to her mood for she is the pearls plucked from the crown of Ishtar. And who does it? The daughter of dawn herself brings her to embellish the gardens. She is the dew then, sprinkled to add to the morning glory of the flowers.

The rain quenches the thirst and cures the ailment of one. Her journey begins with the voice of thunder and ends with a vibrant rainbow. The rain has been addressed as the earthly life that lives and then dies. She is born in the heart of the sea and grows with the breeze that carries her to the tomb of the sky where she matures. The motherly characteristic of the rain is highlighted in the poem. When she sees a field in need, she pours out all her motherly love and embraces the flowers and the trees in the form of million little water droplets. Her touch is gentle and she touches with her tender and soft fingers.

The femininity of rain is enchanting. It appears that the poet is not describing a rain, a physical occurrence, but a mother. How a mother nourishes her children. Similarly the rain enriches the nature around. All hear the sound of rain falling gently, however, only the sensitive understands the motherly touch of the rain. She is the laughter of the fields and tears of the heaven. Like a mother fusses over her baby, the rain descends and embraces the flora and fauna.

In the climax of the poem, Khalil has woven lines in praises of the rain with love. A vivid narration of the rain fills the mind of the reader with a lively image. She is a sigh from the deep sea of affection and she is the laughter from the colourful field of the spirit. The rain is the life herself and she is the tears carrying memories of all the heavens. She is a heavenly message delivered to the earth by the hands of God.

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Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods which Nature takes away to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of the Dawn from a Sovereign 's crown to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out she cures the cloud, and by coming down she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down, the hills laugh and when she reaches down, the flowers rejoice; and when she has seeped down deep into the soil, all things are elated. She emerges from the heart of the Sea and soars with the Breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which only the sensitive can understand. She is born out of the heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific Kahlil Gibran was. It is as if he has entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran 's hilarious and exquisite creations.

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