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
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2010
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