Cry For Rain

Look thou up again for the rain clouds gather Thou hast seeded with vapor of tears Art thou soon weary gazing upon heaven? And thy hope eaten up by needless cares? Come thee away from whence I call to smell the rain Hear the thunders grumble for how long it tarries Will thou not sing to the Creator before the frogs in the pond And arise to the plough blessing thy seeds? Dance with the children in the wind Take thee thine last jar of oil to paint harvest a woman with cornrows Poke the windows of heaven with thy faith That its honeyed waters break forth with healing to thy sorrows.