Treasure Island

John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Warm Summer Rain (country Western song)


Living a long lifetime without love,
I had forgotten what confidence was-
But confidence was reclaimed
by her warm summer rain.

Life in the desert can be hard at times.
I had my reasons but none of them rhymed.
but my desert was briefly reclaimed
by her warm summer rain.

When it rains in the desert the wildflowers bloom
And the night air is sweetened with hints of perfume
The desert is utterly changed
by her warm summer rain.

Wildflowers are fleeting, sand always endures.
I'll choose to remember wildflowers' allure.
I'll always remember her name
And her warm summer rain

Submitted: Sunday, July 27, 2014

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