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 
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 [bad word] 
Race red and screaming fire engines 
The the cannons came 

'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 

Once more in the line of fire 
Hovers the preying sky 
The cannons aim jabs at the eye 
Heralding the rain...