Pores are moving water like a canyon current
But not replenished upstream
Countless days of the sun beating down
Have left my eyes hard and mean
Money’s dried up and the loan-man’s closing in
My friends all up and left town
Land’s thirstier than a summer Saguaro
If only for heaven’s rain cloud
And I’ve been waiting for so long
Do I really have to beg?
Lips cracked and bleeding, eye’s bloodshot red
And I ain’t looked away from the West
Hoping for a darkening of the sky
For that smell to fill the air
Thunderheads to be rolling in
And drop their precious rain
There’s no life stubborn enough to stay
But I keep hanging around
Many times over called myself crazy
But then I think I hear that sound
Like a bull whip breaking the dead silence 
Driving those winds to me
And for a moment there’d be a feeling
That I’d swear was a cool breeze
But then it’s gone, taken like a lover
Robbed of it’s gift again
How long must I stay down on my knees
Pleading for a drop of rain?
I’m not trying to figure your mind
I can only see what I see
Limited by my sight and feelings
Waiting with a cup full of empty
 
(C) Justin Isaac, 2009