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.