Waitiní For Rain

by Stephen M. Golden

Copyright © August 21, 1989

 

Standing in a downpour of emotional distress.

I havenít done things perfectly ó that I must confess.

But I canít see any justice, I just canít seem to win,

and the storm clouds keep rollin in.

 

Downpour ainít lettiní up.Though, my lifeís had enough

The cactus, sage, and tumbleweed liviní on the plain ó

Waitiní for rain.

 

Years have passed with grey skies loominí over head.

ďItís better to have loved and lost,Ē I heard the poet said.

ďInto each life some rain must fall,Ē but Iíve had more than my share,

And the rain man donít seem to care.

 

Downpour ainít lettiní up.Sorrow Ďround me like a flood,

While the cactus, sage, and tumbleweed liviní on the plain -

Waitiní for rain.

 

 

Iíd like to see some sunshine before my final days;

Share my love with someone who wonít throw it away.

Send the rain to somewhere else thatís dry as a bone.

But it seems the rainís found a home.

 

Downpour ainít lettiní up.Though, my lifeís had enough

The cactus, sage, and tumbleweed liviní on the plain ó

Waitiní for rain.

 

They tell me itís the worst drought in a hundred-forty years,

and the consequences beariní down are raisiní all their fears.

But the only thing in my life thatís dried and blown away

Are the dreams of better days

 

Downpour ainít lettiní up.Sorrow Ďround me like a flood,

While the cactus, sage, and tumbleweed liviní on the plain ó

hurtiní for rain.

 

Water all around me, Iím drowniní in my pain . . .