The Dry Land

In keeping with the weather of late and warnings over water...

The Dry Land
 
Land cold and dry, no water flows
And we shall thirst, and thirsty be
Rain may come, but no one knows
A clear night sky, no cloud to see
 
Land cold and dry, no water flows
Parched be throat, and dry is skin
The wind is rising, cold she blows
Days grow short, the light is thin
 
Land cold and dry, no water flows
Ghosts of summer haunt us still
Trees are bare, no leaf now shows
And Winter brings a bitter chill
 
And we shall dance on moonlit night
And dance for rain to end the blight