Rain Dance – Audio

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It had not rained in Birmingham for 70 days.  It was hot and dry and miserable.  The dry thirsty earth was cracking, vegetation brown.  A dusty malaise held sway over the land.  Then one evening we could feel Her on the Wind. . .

Art – Matt Chambliss

Music – “Letter to Plato” – Isaiah Smith

Rain Dance

She approaches

Out of the West She comes

Hot and cold interplay, creating currents

I catch Her scent and breathe Her into me

 

Cause She’s Windy baby, and She’s so fine

 

She moves me

I feel her on my skin

She drips Her moisture onto me, teasing me awake

God I’m dry, I need Her waters

 

She dampens the leaves, the petals are wet

She rumbles and flashes, revealing Her soul to me

Come shower yourself onto me, quench my aching thirst

 

The wild tumult rages

Twisting, turning, exquisite yearning

The sounds of Her coming approaches

She longs to spill Herself, give Herself away

She is come now and I alive ride on Her storm

 

Cause She’s windy baby and She’s so fine

7 thoughts on “Rain Dance – Audio

  1. Loved the Native sound behind this one. Could feel the desert all around me. Though I suppose that really wasn’t the setting for this one, was it… (I’ve lost your link!)

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