Standing here in this desert city,
Dry winds stinging my eyes-
Are you here?
Listening here, as the thunder rolls,
Lightning scorching the sky-
Can you hear?
Clinging to here, like clouds to the moon,
To sand beneath my feet-
To my land.
Feeling things here, the air pressure change,
The shifting of the wind-
Take my hand.
Flying with you, through mists in the sky-
Can you feel my desert?
I am home.
Not needing to breath, here in the air-
Here, monsoons come early.
Feel them come?
Rain falling down on the sands below,
On me, dancing on them.
Dance with me?
Lightning is lighting my desert stage,
My feet turn it to mud
As I dance in the rain for you.