Baked land, slightly smoking;
Cracked land, intensely thirsting.
Faint reminisces of a river, flows halfheartedly
Yellow gold stokes the fever, shines vengefully
Mercy, won’t you rain upon us now?
The chain strains, hunger is the new enemy
The expense pains, nutrition is a rare commodity
Perspiring and laborious breathing,
Burning and painful blistering,
Mercy, won’t you rain upon us now?
A sudden whiff of cool breeze
A surprising show of turbulent seas
Lovely shades of gray, across the sky
Tiny droplets of moisture, teasing the cry
Mercy, please rain upon us now!
Musical pitter-patter on hot tin roof
Inspires dance even in the hoof
Pitiful streams turn to gushes, rivers need to be restrained.
Dreams of crops turn to ashes, huts have to be relocated.
Mercy, please stop raining now!
Fungi prosper, food becomes scarcer,
Hydro-phobics splutter, prices go higher,
Depressing shades of gray, across the sky
Destruction of life, teases the cry,
Mercy, won’t you please stop raining now?
