Waiting For the Rain

The sun shines hot on the roofs in the town; The birds are quiet;the grass is brown. Behind the cars the dust flies high, The trees are grey;the stream is dry. Tomorrow will be the same again, Or will it rain? The ground is cold as we walk to school; The road is mud and the hair is cool. The trees and grass are growing green, And all the world is washed and clean. Tomorrow will be the same again- It is the rain.