text_original: Ah, those showers! To my mind They are gifts of Nature kind In our trials to remind Those of us beset by fears What rare loveliness appears As the aftermath of tears!
text_transcription: AH THOSE SHOWERS TO MY MIND THEY ARE GIFTS OF NATURE KIND IN OUR TRIALS TO REMIND THOSE OF US BESET BY FEARS WHAT RARE LOVELINESS APPEARS AS THE AFTERMATH OF TEARS
phonemes: ˈɑː, ðoʊz ʃˈaʊɚz! tə maɪ mˈaɪnd ðeɪ ɑːɹ ɡˈɪfts ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ kˈaɪnd ɪn ˌaʊɚ tɹˈaɪəlz tə ɹᵻmˈaɪnd ðoʊz ʌv ˌʌs bᵻsˈɛt baɪ fˈɪɹz wʌt ɹˈɛɹ lˈʌvlinəs ɐpˈɪɹz æz ðɪ ˈæftɚmˌæθ ʌv tˈɪɹz!