he gives rain on the earth, and sends water on the fields;

They allow their children to run like a flock; their little ones dance about.

When he imposed a limit for the rain, and a path for the thunderstorm,

They waited for me as people wait for the rain, and they opened their mouths as for the spring rains.

He draws up drops of water; they distill the rain into its mist,

to cause it to rain on an uninhabited land, a desert where there are no human beings,

Does the rain have a father, or who has fathered the drops of the dew?