A Prayer to the Rain

My spirit shivers, trembling, deep,
The clouds they roar, the skies resound.
Holding hope for just one drop,
My heart calls out without a sound.

Just one droplet, one small trace of rain,
Let it fall from these eyes, release the pain.
My spirit shivers, trembling, deep,
The clouds they roar, the skies resound.

Let me place within your gentle fold,
All the barren seasons, moments cold.
Let the gentle warmth caught in your hand,
Make the breath of life flow through this land.
The withered boughs will bloom and sway,
When your name I softly say.

My spirit shivers, trembling, deep,
The clouds they roar, the skies resound.
Just one droplet, one small trace of rain,
Let it fall from these eyes, release the pain.

This body, graced by your presence, how
Can I clothe or shield it now?
This dream where you forever dwell,
To whom can I ever tell?
O my sky, so radiant and bright,
Your very light sets me alight.

For the soaring dreams you hold so high,
I let my own wings fall and lie.

My spirit shivers, trembling, deep,
A mist upon my lashes creeps.

The clouds may cease, my breath may still,
Yet my heart calls out, against its will.