Cloudy skies,
teardrops from God's eyes,
water from heaven that nourishes the earth,
and that brings great delight,
with new growth that the water feeds,
the water that God supplies,
the water that God supplies,
in a never-ending flood,
or so it seems in so many places,
but God,
why do you not cry over the Sahara,
that is so dry and for water so begs and pleads?
