Oh, Western wind, here you come again,
in the middle of the night
bring on the fright, for my life
you shall blow, yet, blow cold,
this old western story is very old
it ranks in boldness,
I pray for rain, I smell the rain
but yet, I don't see the rain?
my eyes are in tears
I have grown in fear all these years,
Western wind, open your arms
and sweep away all this dry pain
Oh, let it rain, let it rain,
so I could dance in it.
-Judy Emery © 1983 The QueenOf Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
