The Raining

Here comes the burning
And here comes the pain
And here comes the way out
And this place is dry.

Dust clouds and dry grass
Turning yellow and brown
Choking breathing coughing
Parched and feeling worn.

Let us draw near
In fellowship with fear
Let us kneel down
And listen for rain.

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