The heat lingers throught the days, the sun bright in the sky,

Drought that leaves the land without water, nothing from up high.

Water becomes most precious as everything stays dry and hot,

Animals are desperate, frantic, as their search moves down from the hills.

The mountains are drying up, waterfalls vanishing, turning to dirt and stone,

Praying for a September storm that will cool this heated land of decay.

What a dream it will be to watch as the sky is covered with rain filled clouds,

A much wanted breeze that will carry the clouds here to this dry desert land.

A September storm that will bring the rain down upon us, wash away the dust and thirst,

Fill the lakes and rivers, bring water to where is needed, cleanse the sky that is dry,

Bring it down, many storms down upon this hardened ground, dear lord, a September storm.

Keith Garrett