I watched the rain falling in the desert night,
Bringer of life falling amidst the lightnings bright light,
Tears of the storm falling from the sky above.
Tears of God falling from the sky, an act of love.
I watched the rain falling on the desert ground,
Silent at first, almost a mist, hardly a sound.
Then stronger as it came to life to nourish the earth,
Bringer of life, soaking into the soil, the deserts rebirth.
I watched the rain in the desert and could smell it coming,
In the distance the lightning flashed, the thunder drumming.
I could smell the earths fragrance, too, as the rain soaked in,
As the rain covered the ground reaching for the life within.
I watched the rain in the desert and heard the thunders roar,
As the storm drew closer and the storm clouds swore.
The lightning flashed in night releasing it's power,
Streaking down from the sky, from it's smokey black tower.
I watched the rain in the desert, felt it's touch on my skin,
Felt the touch of God on my soul and a peace within.
I felt the might of His power as He gave the desert His gift,
And felt His glory upon me as I felt my heart lift.
I watched the rain in the desert as the storms fury spread,
Turning a wash that was dry to a river of dread.
A torrent of brown water onward it rushed,
Around bends, over rocks, through the desert it gushed.
I watched the rain in the desert but soon it had passed,
Yet the story of it's passing is one that will last.
For each storm has a tale of life in a harsh land.
And of God, and the rain and the life in His hand.
