The little raindrop soldiers
Are marching from the sky;
In uniforms of silver
I see them passing by.
Their drums, they beat a rat-tat-tat,
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat;
Their little feet go pitter-pat,
Pitter-pitter-pat.

The little raindrop soldiers
Have lots of work to do;
The thirsty earth they'll water,
And fill the rivers, too.
Their drums, they beat a rat-tat-tat,
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat;
Their little feet go pitter-pat,
Pitter-pitter-pat.