It rains different in the desert.
The rain there it feels all wrong.
Rainbows they arc in the other direction,
And life won't move on.
It rains different in the desert.
Skies don't turn red and grey.
The rain is cold but the sun is hot,
It's just not the same.
It rains different in the desert.
Yet I miss it all the same.
Perhaps one day when the plants dry over,
I will feel it once again.
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