text_original: After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout!
text_transcription: AFTER THE DUST AND HEAT IN THE BROAD AND FIERY STREET IN THE NARROW LANE HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THE RAIN HOW IT CLATTERS ALONG THE ROOFS LIKE THE TRAMP OF HOOFS HOW IT GUSHES AND STRUGGLES OUT FROM THE THROAT OF THE OVERFLOWING SPOUT
phonemes: ˈæftɚ ðə dˈʌst ænd hˈiːt, ɪnðə bɹˈɔːd ænd fˈaɪɚɹi stɹˈiːt, ɪnðə nˈæɹoʊ lˈeɪn, hˌaʊ bjˈuːɾifəl ɪz ðə ɹˈeɪn ! hˌaʊ ɪt klˈæɾɚz ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈuːfs, lˈaɪk ðə tɹˈæmp ʌv hˈuːfs ! hˌaʊ ɪt ɡˈʌʃᵻz ænd stɹˈʌɡəlz ˈaʊt fɹʌmðə θɹˈoʊt ʌvðɪ ˌoʊvɚflˈoʊɪŋ spˈaʊt!