oh the rain is here,
the rain is here.
my god! the rain is here.
how I've longed
for the petrichor,
for the grass to sing
and sway with the squall.
I race across the great hill,
With the wild dogs behind me,
To the wide open.
my sisters straggle
as I reach the giant Acacia,
to heavy patter
on mud ponds.
the baked earth, I know,
is thankful.
as great rivers of light
crack a dark night bright,
I smile with eyes closed.
for I know now why we pray
to the heavens.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC
oh the rain is here,
the rain is here.
my god! the rain is here.
how I've longed
for the petrichor,
for the grass to sing
and sway with the squall.
I race across the great hill,
With the wild dogs behind me,
To the wide open.
my sisters straggle
as I reach the giant Acacia,
to heavy patter
on mud ponds.
the baked earth, I know,
is thankful.
as great rivers of light
crack a dark night bright,
I smile with eyes closed.
for I know now why we pray
to the heavens.