Rain in the Desert
For Byron, and all the other damp people in my life.
Got a lot of desert making up my days,
Too much of my heart is parched and dry
Got a lot of empty in the
Not too many reasons, way too many why’s.
Oh, sometimes I get so damn crazy
It seems to be that’s when you come to me
Just like an image of Grace.
In that place that exists between love and fear
Where we must meet each new day
Like a burden lifted, like a sorrow broken
The pain can be washed away.
Just knowing that you’re thinking of me
Is a balm when my spirit is dry
And your love in my life is rain in the desert
And gives me new reasons to try.
Rain in the desert, thunder on the mesa,
Life-bringing water for a thirsty, bitter land
Your song in my heart is rain in the desert
Bringing flowers to morning again….
It’s morning again.
The answer then, is hopelessly simple,
Salvation is never hard to find.
It’s only as far as the sound of your voice
Or the touch of your hand on mine.
Just the way you smile when you see me
Is the treasure of being your friend.
The tear that you cry is like rain in the desert
And something green’s growing again.
Rain in the desert, storms on the mountain
Cool water flowing where there once was only sand.
Your love in my life is rain in the desert
Bringing flowers to morning again….
It’s morning again
In those moments when your trust is broken 
And all the answers fade like the dawn
When you find you’re stranded on rocks and barren sand
And it feels like your faith is almost gone.
When there’s nothing but love to hold onto,
Let this be the moment when
You reach for my hand- let me rain in your desert
And maybe hope will blossom again.
Rain in the desert, thunder on the mesa
Life-giving water for a thirsty, bitter land.
You’re here in my heart- let me rain in the desert
And maybe love will flower again…
Oh, it’s morning again
Tracy Meisky is a poet, writer, singer, songwriter and all-around boat rocker from way back. Feel free to look around, but if you break it, you bought it.