Little things falling down

We come from the sea
Brought up by the sun
Sent forth by the clouds
And return to the ground

We are little soldiers
Wearing down rocks
Bringing life to where we go
And sometimes sorrow as well

We herald the newborn year
Bring the flowers back in tears
And the sky shall cry its children
From up above

Little soldiers
Sent from the heavens
Some say an omen
Some say a blessing
We simply say nothing

For we are the rain