God's Calling

The water falls o're the mountains and rushes through the pass,
speeding loudly on its way to wet the parched, dry grass.
I watch in awe as waters raw sweep the dust away,
and overhead a raven caws, announcing this great day.
The wind comes down, across the ground, sweeping o're the plains.
It sets the grass a' rustling,
it makes the willows sway.
But you see, these sounds to me, are not just idle noise.
They are God the Father calling, from the great outdoors.