I saw raindrops on my window Joy is like the rain. Laughter runs across my pain 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 raindrops on my window Joy is like the rain. Bit by bit the river grows, Till at once it overflows. Joy is like the rain.