There was a time when this land would flood.
Be saturated, soaking in thick black mud.
The golden sun could not shine
through the iron silver that tarnished the sky.
So every night I'd kneel and pray
for God to take the rain away.
Until the time God promised this:
tomorrow he'd bring eternal bliss.
Morning comes, and I awake
to a beautiful sight, my breath it did take.
The shining sun melts blade grass dew
refracting light, revealing rainbow hues.
God's creatures sing and dance about,
blissfully ignorant of the impending drought.
The years go by, but sun does not
It shines forever bright, flood years forgot.
Water sucked away from even the stones,
flesh clings to marrow and skin to bones,
but even though this slow treacherous pain
we desire the sunshine's drought over unending rain.
But I, secretly, for it is a sin,
pray for the rain to come again
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