Dance in the Rainstorm

Original Christian poetry set to Celtic Music Dance in the Rainstorm Like the wasteland that sighs Hot air sighs For water to fall from cloudless skies We wait Dust in our mouths, dust in our eyes For the coming of our King   And although our thirst In this present time Knows living water, drink divine With all of creation we groan to sing And dance in the rainstorm That heralds our King Like the wasteland that sighs Hot air sighs For water to fall from cloudless skies We wait Dust in our mouths, dust in our eyes For the coming of our King   And although our thirst In this present time Knows living water, drink divine With all of creation we groan to sing And dance in the rainstorm That heralds our King And dance in the rainstorm That heralds our King