“Very well.” And this is what she sang:
GRANDMOTHER RAIN’S SONG
“Pitapat, pitapat, drip, drip, drip—
Pitapat, pitapat, slip, slip, slip,
Over roofs and windows, over garden walls,
Over fields and meadows—the gray rain falls!
“I fall upon the countryside, upon the city square;
I tap the silk umbrellas that are opened everywhere;
I wash away the dirt and dust that cloud the flower’s face;
I fall on royal palaces, and in the market place——