An Exile's Lament Beneath the golden balm Settling on the fields Evening steals in calm And farmers count their yields The bee is in the lavender, The honey fills the comb, But here a rain falls never-ending And I am far from home. Stop The Rain, I Love Rain, No Rain, Walking In The Rain, Singing In The Rain, Rainy Night, Rainy Days, Its Raining Its Pouring, Rain And Thunderstorms