Who will I tell
When weather extraordinary
wash over my way with gentle wind

Who will I tell
When ruffling leaves newly born
But yeager to break free
sway with abandon
in a transparent gail that sustains life if not bring forth

Who will I tell
when water bearing clouds roll over the skies

Who will I tell
When sheets of water rushes 
down to earth to seek life

Who will I tell
When white flowers
Open in the brightest of smiles
In numbers multitude

Who will I tell
when brilliant rainbows skirt
the Eastern skies
and the platinum clearings
in the western skies

Who will I tell
the dancing rituals of rain
Timeless and age old