She dances in the crowd holding Her skirt and I feel teased. She's like hope of rain in my desert Of solitude and for the fleeting desires In my heart, why shouldn't it rain? For the last leaf that flirts with Unfinished hopes, and the overbearing Clouds that want to pour down. For the earth that needs to be ploughed And the hunger that needs to be fed. For a longing unquenched and Songs unsung. For the wayfarer That hasn't reached and the night Un-spent waiting. For the unfulfilled Waves of the sea and premature Death of some beliefs. Why shouldn't it rain to reassure The worthiness of the wait and Sweetness of the quench when The water has been scarce.