Rains

Living in this old dry desert, rain is always a welcome sight Has a way to make everything fresh and anew The cool air smells clean, soon the cactus will bloom All the desert flowers will blossom, God's bouquet al right With her paint brush, what Mother Nature can do A gentle breeze sweeps the desert floor with her broom Local Indians, chant and dance for it, always a welcome The old frogs come out from their burrows and cry For a new roof, a good way to check for a leak Rancher for their grass, they always need some Thunder and lighting, then a beautiful rainbow arches the sky Washes the mountains clean and their snow covered peaks But sometimes it can rain to much, makes dry river bed come alive Been sleeping for years, suddenly running from bank to bank The power of running water and what it can destroy If caught off guard, some do not survive The ones that do, only have God to thank Like a coiled snake and ready to strike, it is no toy Time changes everything, along with new faces Dreaming a dream, not thinking what water will do Not taking time to look around Go and build a new home in low places But then get washed away before they are through They are the ones that cry and then move to higher ground