Tumbling clouds
reach outward
to engulf the daybreak
with it's colors of gray.
The lives below
can sense Your presence;
we can hear Your roar
in the approaching storm.
We're preparing to endure
Mother Nature's power.
We're anticipating the arrival
for the sprinkling of liquid joy
upon those
who thirst for rain.

In a blue sky vanishing,
I cherish the last of the sun
as a temporary visitor
hovers overhead
to drench the dry souls with wonder.
Our hearts will embrace
the continuous drops of life
come noon.
Oh rain on me,
precious Father,
rain on me.

You have finally arrived,
yet You never left.
In each and every one of us
lies a piece of Your heart;
a part of Your dream,
Your essence.
Some have forgotten
such love exists
within
and without.

In the calls
of the rolling clouds,
awareness is pulled
to the surface of our consciousness;
for but a moment,
some have understood companionship.
Teach those of Your power
so underestimated,
and let the perceptive barriers
crumble beneath the triumph
of unconditional love.
In equality, we are,
in unity, we stand;
all before the deistic eyes
of the universe.

Hope
is delivered
through the tears of Mother Nature.
Oh rain on me,
Mother Nature,
rain on all of us.

The stillness of the pre-storm
is profound.
The breath of my existence
flows steadily,
and completely
within the peaceful anticipation.
You are quite nigh,
and in your tears I will dance;
dance because splendor prevails.
We will rejoice
in the clap of thunder.
In hope,
we hold a high regard
for the water that gives life.
How could one buckle
under the feather of forgiveness?

My friends;
green,
furry,
and upright;
long for the overdue hydration.
We look up,
and into the darkness
of the overflowing pools
of sheer comfort.
Oh rain on me,
blissful clouds,
rain on all of us.

In the distant whispers
of the transcending clouds,
a growing closer is experienced.
We all share the grace of water
as it caresses
the bare skin of the exposed.
In each of us,
so immersed in the drink
of the heavens,
happiness expands,
protruding through our pores,
as our hearts quietly sing
with the symphony
of falling rain.

So finally,
the trickle of the gift has come...
It is the beginning
of the birth of life;
oh how I melt with fervor
once the first drop
of Mother Nature's cry
strikes my lips.
I tremble with utter tranquility.
I become one and whole
with the magnitude of all that is.
How you've come to rain on me,
oh beloved life-giving water,
you've finally found us all.