Orange, grey and purple sunset thunderstorms
Over basin and over range.
The barren alkali flats sopping wet and the desert mountain draws
And the smell of sage and rabbit brush doused in rain.
Thunder claps and rain drowns out all the stillness;
The coyote and the prong horn both give thirsty praise.
Grace for desert creatures, grace for desert places-
Dried river beds declare it well, with running water once again.