Troubled weather's on its way

Tempests threaten us today

There's no respite, from long dark nights

Just the fantasy of spring



From the hailstones of summer

To a scorching winter land

A frozen death sleep, then this heat

Beats down on this buckled land



Flames lick closer to the core

From city limits fireball

And in a headless chicken run

Race red and screaming fire engines

Then the cannons came



Oh 'neath the brooding sky

Beneath its baleful eye

The cannon shot, the cannon crack

Disturbing night dreams



People fled in droves

To the lakes and to the shores

Left behind a near ghost town

Save the life of the cannons resounding

Still there was no rain



Once more in the line of fire

Hovers the preying sky

The cannons aim jabs at the eye

Heralding the rain