Sangtekst: Brush Arbor. He Who Made The Rain.

Out here in the desert, it's an unforgiving land
The sun don't show no mercy on a hot and thirsty man
My soul cried out for water but every teardrop fell in vain
Till I got down on my knees and called on he who made the rain

He who made the rain, he who made the rain
His voice is in the thunder, the lightning knows his name
I stand in awe and wonder at He who made the rain

Some say that it's wonderful, some say it's absurd
He disturbs the comfortable and He comforts the disturbed
Now I have been on both sides and here I will remain
Since I've tasted livin' water from He who made the rain

He who made the rain
Yeah, he who made the rain