I love to watch the rain
One may read of blessings
Or hear them talked about
And wonder at the truth of what is said
Who brags of blessing? Everyone.
But to see the water falling out of the sky
The whole, round sky. Everywhere.
So men may gather corn, wine and oil
And see the grass rise in the field for the cattle
That is happening now, before my eyes
It is no abstraction, I can see it and smell its freshness
If I stand out in it, I will shiver in its cold
It is no lie, no exaggeration, no dream of men
This is the water of life, come again.
I watch the creeks rise and know
This water is a gift from heaven
None can do this but God