We are baked in the sun
While waiting for the rain,
But now she remembered us
The cloud has been moody
and we knew she must surely cry
now she wept, throwing rain water
All over the little hamlet
Now I claim the first drop
And you claim the next drop
Oh look up and see the rains come
see the multitude as they descend
The sweet romance of this rain
wash off the stress and pain
of the days work and labor
and when it rains in Africa
After a long drought
we dance and celebrate