Around these parts, we don’t typically get rain in late April. But coming, as it is, after a dry winter, the water is much appreciated.
A deep thought about rain:
“I love the rain…it washes memories off the sidewalk of life.” – Woody Allen
A short poem:
The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea. – Robert Louis Stevenson
A song [click link to play video]:
“Rainy Night in Georgia” – Brook Benton
Get out in the rain today, if you can. Enjoy the freshness of the air. It’s a gift.
Speaking Plainly 
In India, there are degrees of rain — that’s how important it is to the folks there. It’s sometimes referred to as prasad, also, like your reference, which means a gift.
The heaviest (monsoon rain) is known as elephant rain.
A level below is buffalo rain.
And so on …monkey rain through mouse rain…you get the point.
I do, indeed. I once met a Navajo who told me of the two types of rain they note: male (hard, short-lasting and destructive) and female (light, long-lasting and nurturing). Perceptive people, the Navajo.
Interesting, isn’t it, how people living close to nature have all these colorful descriptions for rain. And unless you’re a poet in the West it’s all just rain.
Right as, well, rain.