It's been many a day
Since the mighty heavens, as they say,
Let drop the great dews of the sky.
All through the land, both low and high
The heat has left it hot and dry.
Every green grass, every flower, (seem to die)
Has with the malady turned brown.
From the sweetest smiles to haggard frowns.
Thou wind that blowest,
Doest thou not knowest?
That thou bringeth no relief,
For us who are in grief.
Such days prolonged, I fear
Our life, it seems, the end is near.

Hark! The welkins make a groan
Our peril have the angels known.
And with one cry, as if in pain,
Down comes the sudden, hurried rain.
Watering, spraying all the land
Every shrub and plant and sun-scorched hand.
Giving much needed life, refreshing,
Gently embracing the land, caressing.
Till every life should raise its head,
And thank the Lord Who this rain made.