text_original: WINDS that have blown over desert sands, Out of the east and the burning south, That bring no dews to the thirsty lands Parched with more than a midsummer drouth, Sink down again in the western main, And leave us the rain— the welcome rain.
text_transcription: O WINDS THAT HAVE BLOWN OVER DESERT SANDS OUT OF THE EAST AND THE BURNING SOUTH THAT BRING NO DEWS TO THE THIRSTY LANDS PARCHED WITH MORE THAN A MIDSUMMER DROWSE SINK DOWN AGAIN IN THE WESTERN MAIN AND LEAVE US THE RAIN THE WELCOME RAIN
phonemes: wˈɪndz ðæt hæv blˈoʊn ˌoʊvɚ dˈɛzɚt sˈændz, ˌaʊɾəv ðɪ ˈiːst ænd ðə bˈɜːnɪŋ sˈaʊθ, ðæt bɹˈɪŋ nˈoʊ dˈuːz tə ðə θˈɜːsti lˈændz pˈɑːɹtʃt wɪð mˈɔːɹ ðˌænə mˈɪdsʌmɚ dɹˈaʊθ, sˈɪŋk dˌaʊn ɐɡˈɛn ɪnðə wˈɛstɚn mˈeɪn, ænd lˈiːv ˌʌs ðə ɹˈeɪn— ðə wˈɛlkʌm ɹˈeɪn.