Our God rains, Falling soft and cool on a hot, hot day. When we build walls between our gardens, You fall on both sides, You fall on both sides. You soak us in love and we run laughing for shelter. We splash in puddles because we sense your adult supervision and the world-weight lifts for a second. We gather the rain in vast reservoirs, And pipe it to our houses. We are made from this stuff. Yes, you clean us, but more important: we are made from your substance. We ache for your cool embrace - Fall gently on our heads again. Flow from our eyes when tears won't come. When you cry with us we glimpse your nature.