Joy Is Like The Rain

I saw rain drops on my window, joy is like the rain.
Laughter runs across my pane, slips away and comes again.
Joy is like the rain.

I saw clouds upon a mountain, joy is like a cloud.
Sometimes silver, sometimes gray, always sun not far away.
Joy is like a cloud.

I saw Christ in wind and thunder, joy is tried by storm.
Christ asleep within my boat, whipped by wind, yet still afloat.
Joy is tried by storm.

I saw rain drops on a river, joy is like the rain.
Bit by bit the river grows, 'til all at once it overflows.
Joy is like the rain.