RAIN

Thank God for morning's dew-drenched emerald lawn,
And the gentle rain that waters harvest fields,
That fills the mountain's sacred rivers so forlorn,
And aids all gardeners to gain rich floral yields.
The fresh spring water quenches dry thirst of man,
It cleanses all it reaches with its liquid hand,
This heavenly element upholds our days for a span
Of time. For your gift of rain our gratitude is grand.
In the desert of life treading on dry sands of time,
Dwell your oases of Truth to feed our soul's dire need;
We bathe in temple waters, a sacred rite divine,
To purify. Our quest for Truth you'll always feed.
Welcome the rain by singing hymns of holy joy,
The flood of God-Love which will never, ever cloy.