Holy Rain
by Tripleguess

Whence the holy rain of which they spake in ancient times?
Whence the healing wind for which my anguished heart still pines?

Fill my yearning; heal my sorrow; rain upon my thirst
Strike, swift lighting; run, ye wind; and let dark storm clouds burst.

Healing wind upon the city, holy rain upon her walls
Hope ablaze upon a midnight, winging to my call.