Hail the skies for crying out so loud Beckoning the wind to blow away the gloom See the blues explode as the clouds are summoned To release the rains and restore life's bloom
There isn't a more exhilarating a sight Than the heated skies getting ready to wail For those unfortunates that are tasting drought Their mouths so parched and souls so frail
For months they've seen nothing but thirst Them, their kin, their plants, their land All sitting in the same boat in a desert Searching for an oasis in the dry, hot sand
Now at long last the world's turning dark With streaks of lightening promising fresh light Man, animals and plants rejoice alike Crying, sighing and swaying at the sight
At last they would wet their dry, dry lips Toast to merciful Nature and drink to their fill They would cleanse their bodies of impending dirt Discard their blues and strengthen their will
They could hear the clouds cough and splutter Clear their throats and whistle softly Start sprinkling drops of the holy water Which hundreds rush forth to receive yearningly!
