i see the sky, full with dark clouds bearing holy waters the atmosphere is dim with moist air chilly gusts of air rage about dry spring leaves scartter around washed by along the roadsides. i listen outside, rumbling noice is heard in the distance showers are coming. i hear the rainstorm atop my roof i am hopeful for my park i am hopeful for my herd i am hopeful for my land i am grateful for my plots i feel the sweet scent of rain i look up... i see doors of heaven opening raindrops bathe the earth i smell dry lands swallowing the waters the damp soil smells good the damp grounds tastes great wash away the dirt cleans thy spirit downpour bathe the earth wash away wickedness fly away my heart fly away my soul rain has come....