I love the pitter-patter
I hear upon my window pane
My troubles cease to matter
When I hear the lullaby of the rain
I've talked with every flower
That blooms along the country lane
they're happy in a shower
`Cause they love the lullaby of the rain
Although the rain may be teeming
I'm cozy and warm
And I catch up on my dreaming
All during the storm
Some like their weather sunny
Come cloudy days, and they complain
I know they think I'm funny
But I love the lullaby of the rain
On the roof or on the window pane,
How I love the lullaby of the rain...!