And the rains came she was twirling around, Singing of love as the tears hit the ground. Lord let the rains come baptize me, Arms outstretched, hold me, set me free.

She felt His arms, peace overcome, In the name of The Father, and The Son. The Holy Ghost such a love never felt before, A smile on her lips and the thunder roared.

And soaked to the bone she danced in the rain, Thanking God that they finally came. The land was dry, fires raged out of control, God answered her cry for the soul.

© Cynthia Clark