First of all, there came the breezes,
swirling gently, blowing soft, around;
then the sudden crack of thunder,
still, a far and distant sound.

Gradually, the air grew cooler,
dropping 20 degrees...or more;
then the raindrops played their melody,
and quickly...it began to pour.

I close my eyes and listen closely,
to the drips of pitter...patter;
the sun has gone from sight,
for now, it doesn't matter.

They're bowling up in heaven,
they're hurling lightning spears;
as the water gathers everywhere,
underneath the angel's tears.

A little moisture for the desert,
in a time of drought-parched need;
I meditate upon its fall,
and of our nature's heed.