a log drops and the

fire creaks

all eyes turn but no

one speaks

the air grows heavy all

thoughts the same

the rain, the rain, here

comes the rain

father scoffs and the

baby cries

son gets ready and the

mother sighs

the air grows heavy all

thoughts the same

the rain, the rain, here

comes the rain

at the podium the

voices speak

ships touch ground on a

sandy beach

the air goes heavy all

thoughts the same

the rain, the rain, here

comes the rain

on the front line a

rifle cocks

a pin drops loaded and a

trigger locks

everyone grabs a weapon

everyone takes aim

another log drops on the

fire and flames

slave out in the field

drops his work looks up

beggar in the street drops

his begging cup

the air grows heavy all

thoughts the same

the rain, the rain, here

comes the rain