In
New
Mexico
Is
An
Event,
Downright
Heaven
Sent.
Folks
Don’t
Hide,
They
Step
Right
Outside
And
Stand
In
It
Like
Crops,
Soaking
Up
The
Precious
Drops.
This
All
Collects
On
Mountain
Tops,
Flows
Down
The
Sandy
Hills,
Arroyos
Fill
And
Flood
In
Rivers
Of
Mud,
The
Rio
Grande
Rushes
It
All
By,
And
In
The
Twilight,
We’re
Totally
Dry.
Tomorrow,
We’ll
All
Again
Complain,
Is
It
Ever
Going
To
Rain?