text_original: O clouds high piled like a fleece of wool Bright and white in the molten skies, Out of the wells so deep and cool Where the icebergs drift and the seaman cries, Stoop down and drain iike a cup the main, And give us the rain — the welcome rain.
text_transcription: O CLOUDS HIGH PILED LIKE FLEECE OF WOOL BRIGHT AND WHITE IN THE MOLTEN SKIES OUT OF THE WELLS SO DEEP AND COOL WHERE THE ICEBERGS DRIFT AND THE SEAMAN CRIES STOOP DOWN AND DRAIN LIKE A CUB THE MAIN AND GIVE US THE RAIN THE WELCOME RAIN
phonemes: ˈoʊ klˈaʊdz hˈaɪ pˈaɪld lˈaɪk ɐ flˈiːs ʌv wˈʊl bɹˈaɪt ænd wˈaɪt ɪnðə mˈoʊltən skˈaɪz, ˌaʊɾəv ðə wˈɛlz sˌoʊ dˈiːp ænd kˈuːl wˌɛɹ ðɪ ˈaɪsbɜːɡz dɹˈɪft ænd ðə sˈiːmən kɹˈaɪz, stˈuːp dˌaʊn ænd dɹˈeɪn ˈɪaɪk ɐ kˈʌp ðə mˈeɪn, ænd ɡˈɪv ˌʌs ðə ɹˈeɪn — ðə wˈɛlkʌm ɹˈeɪn.