The Pond

Storm's a-brewin'.  You can smell it in the air.  Drumming for rain earlier followed by a bicycle ride to the water, a second act of supplication. Desert people breathe a prayer of hope.  
"C'mon, let it rain; let it rain down on me,
Let the rain touch my head
Let the rain set us free
Let it rain down on me."
" --Melissa Etheridge