The clamour for rain
Is one that comes
From a needing heart
One that has been pierced
By the scourging heat of the sun
But when the rain comes
They stir up mud
Turning our bright waters
Into things unpleasant to the eye
Giving that which is colourless, colour
A brownish flowing thing
Possibly unusable to a sane mind
But when things settle
Under the beaming light of the
sun
They sparkle like crystals
And once again become a source of
life
As it was predestined to be
So, let not your heart be troubled
Even if your waters are dirty
Or stirred up and unstable
I know, with time comes restoration
So you must be patient in your wait
For I'm confident that
Life will once again swim
In your water!