Autumn

Autumn

Dawn
Breaks
As
Echoing
Thunder
Rolls
Over
And
Under.
The
Mountain
Shakes,
The
House
Quakes.
Up
This
High,
We 
Intrude
Into
The
Sky,
And
Sense
Every
Lofty
Ripple
As
It
Passes
By.
Though
Built
On
Tilting
Sand,
My
Desert
Town
Still
Stands.
The
Clouds
Open
Cupped
Hands
And
Lets
Fall 
Once
Again,
Precious
Rain.