text_original: All day let the trail of your soft robes drip Over forest and field and bower, All night let the earth with her thirsty lip Drink and gladden and bless the shower, And city and plain revived again, Shall welcome the rain — the blessed rain.
text_transcription: ALL DAY LET THE TRAIL OF YOUR SOFT ROBES DRIP OVER FOREST AND FIELD AND BOWER ALL NIGHT LET THE EARTH WITH HER THIRSTY LIP DRINK AND GLADDEN AND BLESS THE SHOWER AND CITY AND PLAIN REVIVED AGAIN SHALL WELCOME THE RAIN THE BLESSED RAIN
phonemes: ˈɔːl dˈeɪ lˈɛt ðə tɹˈeɪl ʌv jʊɹ sˈɔft ɹˈoʊbz dɹˈɪp ˌoʊvɚ fˈɔːɹɪst ænd fˈiːld ænd bˈaʊɚ, ˈɔːl nˈaɪt lˈɛt ðɪ ˈɜːθ wɪð hɜː θˈɜːsti lˈɪp dɹˈɪŋk ænd ɡlˈædən ænd blˈɛs ðə ʃˈaʊɚ, ænd sˈɪɾi ænd plˈeɪn ɹᵻvˈaɪvd ɐɡˈɛn, ʃˌæl wˈɛlkʌm ðə ɹˈeɪn — ðə blˈɛst ɹˈeɪn.