Prayers Are Answered

It’s been sixty six days; still no rain The crops are all burning up again Year after year without enough rain Everyone who lives here feels the pain Hundreds are giving up, I’ve been told Back East they call us the Big Dust Bowl Then without warning the clouds turn gray A steady heavy rain came our way The drought had ended it “no rain” strike This water from the heavens was like Angels descending, bring from above, Echoes of mercy, whispers of love