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.