It comes,
With the patter of excited feet,
Silvery slivers sliding,
Windows made streaming paintings,
Chimes of music,
Cadences on every rooftop,
With a rumbling hum,
Brush strokes of
Blue,
Grey,
White,
And rays of brilliant,
Streaming light,
And the world holds its breath,
To hear God breathing.

Cleansing the earth,
Flowing hands,
Cleansing the people,
Tender fingers,
Young and old,
Touching every face.

When day settles to sleep,
The sun blends beneath,
The stars stretch their limbs,
Guiding the lost,
When house lights surrender watch,
And city lights take it up,
As you drift from waking,
May the world hold its breath,
Then whisper,
As the clouds sing you to sleep,
And may you hear,
The quiet voice,
The soft, warm beat,
Of God's heart.

And the clouds over Africa,
Brave,
Mothers,
Watching over their children,
Cool, sating fingers,
Soothing thirst,
Were the clouds over you,
And the clouds over you,
Were the clouds over everywhere,
Earth,
United,
Connected,
Harmonized by the music,
Of the clouds,
With their life-giving touch,
Sailing the world,
Watching over the world,
And you,
Of altruistic heart,
Of compassionate mind,
Of inspiring hand,
Help send the clouds to Africa,
And give hope,
To those who thirst.

And that moment,
That scent,
As the world holds its breath,
Just before water dances to the earth,
The clouds,
The guardians,
Carry your love,
Silver music tumbles,
Cool fingers,
Drops of love,
Cascading,
Young and old,
Touching every face,
God is in the rain.