Big-Clouds

Big-Clouds...over head,
Moisture now...you shed.
Thirsty-earth has lain,
Waiting for your rain.

So noisy all the thunders are,
Then comes lightning from afar.
Cooling off the torrid heat,
Making flowers perfume-sweet.

Down along the strip of rim-rock,
Where the craggy mountains lock,
Dividing nature's rugged part,
And lining up where deserts start.

Big, Dark Clouds...above,
Port holes for the pure-white dove.
Testing out in length to see.
How far away descent would be.

O Blessed Rain...falling,
Soothing on my skin.
Unlatch the gentle touch of feel,
And let refreshment in.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Headed home from Almo, Idaho