Nearly two miles high it rises
Into the sky above the desert valley.
And by night, it blew a hurricane, a monsoon,
A late winter rain mingled with snow,
So strange.
And I crouched low within my sleeping bag
And plugged my ears from the thunder
As Joey ducked for cover.
A late winter rain mingled with snow,
And the mountain shakes its shoulders
In the white draped frock it dons,
Showing what it can do
Before the desert sun
Chases it back into submission.
