Come, rain, come!
Swirl with the mists of intrigue
Like the ethereal wisp of whistles
Shrouded with mystery
And enchanting
Come, rain, come!
Patter with the kiss of butterflies
Like the gentle blend of voices
Infused with salve
And healing
Come, rain, come!
Fall with the gift of life
Like the soothing tap of marimbas
Blended with tonic
And quenching
Come, rain, come!
Pour with the pulse of ages
Like the rhythmic beat of drums
Stirred with emotion
And invigorating
Come, rain, come!
Storm with the cry of battle
Like the mighty clash of cymbals
Consumed with passion
And transforming
Come, rain, come!
Arch with the bow of promise
Like the haunting wail of saxophones
Imbued with colour
And inspiring
— Wayne Visser