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.