Through a cloudy window I watch it rain
a thousand tiny ripples in the roadside swamp
it doesn't stop, the earth swirls with water
oh, dear God, rain falls on my sister
she can’t escape.

She can’t escape? I hear a voice —
she has escaped for good
all bad and changing weather
don't be afraid, she's fine —
but meekly I pray for sun.

You know, she's very sensitive, I say
and watch uneasily the gray earth,
the rain’s patter on the swamp;
she’ll catch cold,
she always caught colds easily.