The diagonal rain
Is the Utah springtime wind
Cleaning off the yellow-green
As life begins again
Washing down the flowers
It's too warm to freeze
Stirring up the butterflies
And chasing home the bees
This waterfall of liquid sand
That wears upon my house
Can be felt before it's smelt
It's a feeling in my mouth
As if the air were heavier
Before it starts to pour
My voice instinctively announces the
fact,
"I think it will rain some more."