windchimes chirp in
the breeze
overhead the sky
begins to roll
the clouds fill with
foreboding darkness
rumbles of thunder
encourage the rain
slowly, ever slowly,
the droplets come
we dance and we
chant and the rains come
the drums beat for
the healing of the earth
so scorched from
months of burning
here it is, the
soothing rinse of rain
thank you God for
cleansing the land
protect the people,
give them safety
but slake the thirst
of the mountains
bring new growth,
green, strong, vital
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