Parched and wanting, I search out the aquifer
My soul longs for a drenching, let it wash over  
I reach out to accept its’ comfort
I want to immerse myself in the glorious flood
It envelops me in warmth and placates me
Soothes my muscles, and settles my heart
The calming flow sluices over me, cleansing my spirit
It relieves the stress of day to day life
My wrinkled skin cries out to absorb it,
To be caressed by it, at one with the flow
Pour it on, the stream never gets cold
The rapture and glory, never grows stale or is wasted
It’s love, of course, I wish would rain on me so readily
May I never again be in a barren wasteland without a drop to behold