Rain
The sun beats down on the hot desert sand
As she brushes their silken white mane
No fairer mistress lives throughout the land
Her beauty as rare as the rain
Left behind by a nomadic tribe
Scandal surrounding her birth
Arabian white horses always by her side
Her only family to speak of on earth
A virgin so pure and spirit so free
No one has spoken her name
She is as refreshing as drops from the sky
They simply refer to her as the Rain
You can see her riding an Arabian white steed
Anytime night or day
No other horseman can match her speed
Is what the locals say
Foreigners think when they speak of the Rain
They are talking of drops from above
But it’s this girl they worship who has no name
That they shower with all of their love
The sun beats down on the hot desert sand
As she brushes their silken white mane
No fairer mistress lives throughout the land
Her beauty as rare as the rain
By, Joe Flach
For Constance's Contest, "Rain, The Story"
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