When Will the Rain Come?

News this morning is that 19 counties in this state have been declared disaster areas by the governor due to high winds and severe drought.......brings back visions of Dust Bowl.....

'When Will the Rain Come?'

a father's lament

copyright 2010 by Rick Reiley

We probably don't need another song about the Great Depression but I couldn't help myself.

In our cemetery visits we've seen so many little graves all in a row from this time period, it leaves an impression. A lasting impression.

When will the rain come

To replenish the fields, the rivers and ponds

The cattle are falling

Hope seems to be gone

When will the rain come

To grow flowers on the grave

Of the four little children

We could not save

We've worked and we've prayed

Now all we've got to show

Are four wooden crosses

All in a row

(refrain)

Some will survive this

I won't be one

There's nothing inside me

My time is done

Dead cows and blind chickens

All covered in dust

The preacher he tells us

'In God we must trust'

My woman is old now

She'll be thirty next week

She's hollow and empty

And she never sleeps

She should have married

A much better man

I've told her and told her

'Get out while you can'

(refrain)

Some will survive this

I won't be one

There's nothing inside me

My time is done