Rain Dance
Waiting for thunder, waiting for rain
Waiting for lightning to strike on the plain
When will it come, when will it come?
The heat of the sun on the skin of a drum
Watching horizons,watching the hills
Watching the widening cracks in the rills
When will it come, when will it come?
One drop of rain on the skin of a drum
Dreaming of rivers, dreaming of seas
Dreaming of streams and delirious trees
When will it come, when will it come?
Two drops of rain on the skin of a drum
Thinking of doomsday, thinking of drought
Thinking of reservoirs all drying out
When will it come, when will it come?
Three drops of rain on the skin of a drum
Dying for water, dying of thirst
Dying of waiting for heaven to burst
When will it come, when will it come?
Four drops of rain on the skin of a drum
Crying for mercy, crying for men
Cry for the rain to come falling again!
Hearing it come, hearing it come
The beat of the rain on the skin of a drum
Waiting for thunder, waiting for rain
Waiting for lightning to strike on the plain
© Gail Foster 27th July 2018
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