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
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