Troubled weather's on its 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 buckled land Flames lick closer to the core

From city limits fireball

And in a headless chicken run Race red and screaming fire engines

Then the cannons came Oh 'neath the brooding sky

Beneath its 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

No rain, no rain, no rain Once more in the line of fire

Hovers the preying sky

The cannons aim jabs at the eye

Heralding the rain Heralding the rain

Oh, heralding the rain

Heralding the rain