The ground is cracked and hard
The wind blows a dry heat
Withered and brown is the grass
Oh where are the clouds?
Worms writhe on the pavement
The birds hop with gaping mouths
The water turns dark green
Oh where is the sweet reprieve?
The sun beats down, burning
The flowers have withered
The bees are not humming
Oh where is the thunder?
Suddenly, the wind shifts
The clouds start to gather
The day becomes darker
A reprieve is coming.
Thunder rumbles far away
Soft at first, a few drops fall
Growing stronger, thunder claps,
Wind whips, rain soaks, sky gray;
The drought has finally ended.
