Of Thunder Comes The Stallion

From the distance, dust dances, drawing near my way, I gaze across the hills, where rain clouds start to sway.   Thunder rolls like gentle drums, a healing song it sings, a White Stallion breaks the dawn, with wind-tossed mane it brings.   Soon the prairie will embrace the rain, a vibrant, lush retreat, I carry forth the river's tale, a message bittersweet.   Before I take my leave, remember this refrain:   I am the thunder and the rain, bestowing life again.