Rain Poem by david lessard

In this land of little rain,
Suddenly there comes a shower,
a burst of rain so fast and hard,
it makes timid ones to cower.
Thank you Lord for this great rain,
we know its mighty power.

I run out into the rain,
and turn my face up to the sky -
it's rare to see this sight,
it causes my soul to fly.
And I know again the truth,
of the great Lord up on high.

In this dry and arid land,
an angel sheds a tear,
a dropp of rain has fallen,
though the day is blue and clear;
it's just a trace they say,
but rain's likely and getting near.

Out here, the rain evaporates,
before it hits the ground,
no humidity in the air,
and we are left with frowns;
I hear thunder in the distance,
maybe we'll get some (rain)
the next time 'round.

On the horizon,
there's a rainbow,
the rain has fallen there;
and we wonder if it'll
ever come,
or will we ever care?
It's up there,
it's for certain,
soon...we'll get our share...