clouds slowly gather
dry sand empty fields waiting
heaven delivers
clouds slowly gather
dry sand empty fields waiting
heaven delivers
hot wet sweet
stinging tears of joy
a life upside down
on its head
you
hurricane of my heart
As I walk up the hill
from a blue sky a hard rain falls,
driving leaves and flowers to the ground.
As I shelter briefly a man
with a broom and a shovel and a puffed-out black bin bag
shouts
Good morning!
It’s like the confetti after a wedding
or after the Lord Mayor’s Show!
Behind him, the bag tips over and a stream
of brown and pink and green gutters down the street.
Told you! he shouts. Just like it!
the rains grow our children
green and tall
as the green grain in springtime
our children grow
all fated to greatness
let the rains fall
let the rains grow our children
breathless heart pounding
rain chilling
sharp hailing
only one goal in my mind
sunrise streaks yellow
breeze from the sea to the mountains
the first drops of autumn
I am not crying
I have rain in my eyes
And the rain is summer rain
The rain that nature lends
I am not crying
I have rain in my eyes
And the rain is the softest rain
That the autumn season sends
I am not crying
I have rain in my eyes
And the rain is winter rain
The rain that never ends
I am not crying
I have rain in my eyes
I have rain in my eyes
summer rain streaming
steaming street dreaming
believing still believing
I have walked through storms
rain and tears alike course down
my weatherproof skin