The rain

Splitting the skies with your sword of blinding light,
Rumbling the skies with your loud roars, a war cry,
Covering the earth with your shroud,
Dark and gloomy the Earth stood,
Awaiting in anticipation for your onslaught,
You have been expected here on Earth,
We miss your yearly outbursts,
Our wells have dried up,
Our souls even more,
For we have lost your favor,
for a worthless few gains,
I pray you come down upon us,
With all your might and glory,
Wash away all the misery,
And let us have a fresh start.