Haunting is the call of rain, melodious its pattering refrain.Called to replenish the earth, anguished for floods it births.
Simple lite and constant rain, requested, no so this storm we’re blessed with.
Come again another day, but not so long you need not stay.
Stray not long from our hills and dales, for this drought to quell.
Rising again to find the floods, flashing over others hoods.
Broadcasting failures found, as people, in these rains bound.
Stay high and dry, no need from the rain to hide.
Know it’s here, and there, and will fill up the town square.
But you wait, soon, arid skies will bite, rains call again to be heard from Y’all.