Let the
rain of heaven,
Come now
and fall.
For this
ground so dry,
Is
beginning to call.
Open your
windows,
And go out
to the field.
For though
this lands been dry,
It's
preparing a yield.
A harvest
is coming,
From this
dry hard ground.
Seeds once
lost,
Shall now
be found.
Rain is
coming,
Can you
smell it in the air?
For this
rain that's coming,
Is an
answer to prayer.
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