waiting for rain

we are allowed to wish for rain
the drought has lasted far too long
our will and our desire are plain
we are allowed to wish for rain

we want to see tomatoes gain
a rich full redness worth a song
we are allowed to wish for rain
the drought has lasted far too long

the news is filled with tales of floods
and raging waters on the streets
beneath those waters rotting spuds
the news is filled with tales of floods

we want our hopes not to be duds
we long to hear the thunder's beats
the news is filled with tales of floods
and raging waters on the streets

for here the rain may pass us by
we see a miracle of evil sort
others get wet while we stay dry
for here the rain may pass us by

deities of weather we'll defy
our hope in darkest clouds is caught
for here the rain may pass us by
we see a miracle of evil sort