We'd suffered through
many days of dust and wind
what would be called a drought
deep our prayers came from within.

"Just a little rain dear Father bring."
It seemed likes months to years
we in choirs did parcel water and sing
afraid to even waste the precious tears.

Then finally came the rain, slow at first
needing a lot of special attention and love;
to help quench a might powerful thirst.
This rain then came in showers from above.

So now she comes to us asking in return
a little love and concern of another
who shares her gospel standard in turn;
let us answer as a sister or a brother.

Now Rain this poem is written for you,
but will be shared with many this day
For where love is given it is often too
allowed to be returned in a very special way.