But the Storm did not threaten
The Storm that chased was not foe
Help haste to land waste.
Thirsty Valley welcomed rain
Brought hope not malice
Waterfalls fall and young grass grow
Flowers bloom, birds cheer.
Run no more, embrace the storm
Among pines green and mountains tall
They realized their path that day
They stood hand-in-hand.
Girl from the land of sunrises
Boy from the land of sunsets
Then became the pair
that explored the world between