Drip! Drip! The heavenly taps open,
Drop! Drop! Can fill up an ocean,
We thank heavens for the rain,
For it brings a bag of grain,
A bag of food, a bag of money,
Our days \'flowing with milk and honey\'
But the days before the showers,
Were of long and dry hours,
Our stomachs had begun to cry
And our tongues became dry,
Our hands searched to borrow,
Our hearts hoped for tomorrow,
But our faces gave a foreign smile
When our eyes saw it from a mile,
It was a pouring of pleasure,
No - A pouring of treasure,
To us like a story never told,
Of raindrops made of gold.