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O God, let there be rain!

Rain, till this sky of gray

That covers us every day

Be utterly wept away,

Let there be rain, we pray,

Till the sky be washed blue again

Let there be rain!

O God, let there be rain,

For the sky hangs heavy with pain,

And we, who walk upon earth,

We find our days not of worth;

None blesses the day of our birth,

We question of death's day in vain, —

Let there be rain!

O God, let there be rain

Till the full-fed earth complain.

Yea, though it sweep away

The seeds sown yesterday

And beat down the blossoms of May

And ruin the border gay:

In storm let this gray noon wane,

Let there be rain!

O God, let there be rain

Till the rivers rise a-main!

Though the waters go over us quite

And cover us up from the light

And whelm us away in the night

And the flowers of our life be slain,

O God, let there be rain!

O God, let there be rain,

Out of the gray sky, rain!

To wash the earth and to wash the sky

And the sick, sad souls of the folk who sigh

In the gray of a sordid satiety.

Open Thy flood-gates, O God most High,

And some day send us the sun again.

O God, let there be rain!