Dark blue clouds in the sky
Drops of summer rain in my eye
No need to ask why

Weather is decided
And we look above
Hoping that God will show us love

And favor the fruits of our labor

Or we hope we will be spared
From the edges that the water dared

Believing that we have favor
In this life and moments to savor

Life takes care of us and we don’t know
We are rich in ways the land doesn’t show.

With promises of what will be provided
Whenever the weather is decided