bring the rain
chaplin, tom
is this the end or the calm before the storm?
is this the wind we used to fly on?
it spins the dust where once it whistled through the corn
the barren ground as hard as iron
but i can sense a change is coming
a sudden stillness in the air
i can see the back clouds brewing
dark descending everywhere
there's a place where a desert orchid grows
divines the water from the fire
a proud reminder of a never ending hope
a symbol of the heart's desire
and i can hear a church bell ringing
somewhere in a far off town
somewhere there's a songbird singing
all that's gone must come around
teeming in the rolling rivers