I gaze across the deadened plains
No sign of life, no sound of breeze
Within the brook, no brook remains
No birds are singing in the trees
All nature awaits a soothing balm
Some small relief to the parched terrain
Then far off though the deadly calm
I hear the sound of the coming rain
The clouds roll in and all grows dark
I watch in breathless ecstasy
The skyline splits, the heavens spark
The wild things run in jubilee
I feel a rush of cooling air
And breathe in deep, its stormy scent
In the distance, I see a snaking glare
In an instant, the sky with thunder rent
The heavens burst, the torrent begins
I thank the Lord who sends the rain
All nature round me in gladness sings
For now we will have life again