Troubled weather's on it's 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 bucked land
Flames lick closer to the core From city limits fireball And in a headless chicken run Race red and screaming fire engines The the cannons came
'neath the brooding sky Beneath it's 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 .....
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