Oh darkened clouds up in the sky
Stay overhead and do not fly
We seek your riches upon our heads
Gentle rain to soak our crop’s beds
Drought has taken many a child
Our cattle freed to just run wild
Crops have died and faded away
Grass once green is mottled and gray
We subsist on His grace alone
Those who didn’t rest beneath cold stone
We seek no miracles beyond our hope
Our water pails dangling empty by rope
And then the skies thunder a murderous sound
As small raindrops soon splatter the ground
We soon give thanks to His almighty grace
Disaster averted for our special place
