Translation of "La pluie"

RAIN

The sky is gray,rain comes like a surprise
She's with us,and as a ritual in wich we are stuck
Umberellas are opened as a dance in rhythm
Drops fall abundantly above sweet France
Fall,fall,fall,rain
On this day of Sunday of December
In the shadow of umbrellas
The passersby rush, rush,rush without waiting
Sometimes we like her when she raises her voice,to shake us
When she's gone,there is no more news,besides the heatwaves
Then she comes back to be a need for love And she sings her great song "The flood"
Fall down,fall,fall,rain
On this day of Sunday of December
In the shadow of umbrellas
The passersby rush, rush,rush without waiting
Fall down,fall,fall,rain
On this day of Sunday of December
In the shadow of umbrellas
The passersby rush, rush,rush without waiting
And fall down...and fall...and fall...fall down
And fall down...and fall...and fall...