Cometh the man, cometh the rain

 Cometh the man, cometh the rain

Cometh the rain, cometh the man

In a race down the street

Seeking the bosom

Of a loved one spread out and waiting

Expecting the salve

Of wet cold splashes

Slashing through the rainbow

Of many suns and many moons

Cometh the man, Cometh the rain

In a race down the soil

Seeking the seeds that were once dead

And then whetting the thirst

To thrust out and seek again

The searing birth of the days

After the rainbow

Cometh the man, Cometh the rain

To meet down the close

Where the streets end 

and the concrete starts to mould 

Where time comes to sleep

In the stupor inducing splatter 

On abandoned roof tops

Cometh the man, Cometh the rain

Relieving the clouds

Pregnant with precipitation 

And spreading randomness amongst the young ones

Turning the eaves to showers

Cometh the man, Cometh the rain